The car sped along.
I had driven this route countless times, from Howard Manor to the Garden Cottage, to see Zara. Today, I was going from the Garden Cottage to Howard Manor, to see Luzie. For the first time, I thought the road is agonizingly long.
"Faster," I urged.
"I apologize, sir, but this is the fastest I can go. Please try not to worry."
I was actually… worried.
That damned Luzie, it was all deliberate. Deliberately running away, deliberately feigning injury, deliberately associating with another man, deliberately provoking my anger, and then, deliberately returning home to wait for me.
She didn't want money, nor did she want a public announcement. What she wanted was that absurd reason for divorce.
I should have known.
What she wanted was that night when I furiously aske
