Ethan Blake knew that in Lillian Winters’s mind, his image was already set in stone.
No matter how eloquent he tried to be, she wouldn’t believe him—unless he could put undeniable proof right before her eyes.
He didn’t respond, just pressed harder on the gas pedal.
Up ahead, the green light at the intersection was already counting down from nine.
Seeing his silence, Lillian realized she had probably bruised his fragile pride again.
She softened her tone and asked, “You said on the phone there was something you wanted to tell me. What is it?”
The car rolled past the crosswalk, and Ethan finally replied, “I wanted to tell you that we should—”
Before he could finish, he slammed hard on the brakes.
Both of them jerked forward violently, followed by a deafening crash.
The Mercedes’s fr
