Chapter 3

Wesley's expression turned cold in an instant. "You know I'd never abandon you. Abigail, don't go saying stuff like that to rile me up."

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out the door. "You're too emotional right now. Go home for now."

"Wesley, what are you doing?" I hadn't noticed when Dahlia came back.

Wesley froze for a moment, then in the next instant, he suddenly let go of me and rushed straight over to Dahlia. "It's nothing. We had a little spat about the accident. It's all taken care of now."

Dahlia's gaze lingered between us for a moment, and she responded with a simple nod.

I turned to leave, but Dahlia called after me, stopping me. "Abigail, I know I was the one who hit you. I'd feel awful if you had to take a cab home alone. Come with us, okay?"

When I refused, her eyes grew teary again. "Are you still mad at me, Abigail?"

Wesley frowned, shooting me a look, clearly signaling me to agree. In the end, I got in the car.

Wesley was behind the wheel of what used to be our wedding car.

The moment I got in, my eyes were immediately drawn to a pink plaque on the passenger seat that said [Princess Dahlia's Seat].

The interior, which used to be simple and elegant, was now smothered in pink, fluffy decorations, and the driver's seat had been taken over by the pink fluff.

Back when we got married, I wanted to hang a cute little doll in the car.

But Wesley said he couldn't stand anything that childish, said it made the whole thing look cheap.

As we drove, Dahlia went on excitedly about her first time behind the wheel, and Wesley patiently humored her, his face lit up with a soft, tender smile.

I couldn't remember the last time we'd had such an easy, carefree conversation together.

Dahlia pulled a bag of cookies out of her purse and shot me a glance. "Want some, Abigail?"

Before I could answer, she was already munching away. "Wesley never used to like snacks, but since I love them, he'll eat them with me now."

I remembered wanting to check out that new barbecue joint last month. But Wesley refused to go. He said that kind of junk food would turn my brain to mush.

Dahlia picked up a cookie and held it out to Wesley, right up to his lips.

Wesley glanced at me in the rearview mirror before speaking. "Hey, I'm driving."

Dahlia gave a mischievous grin. "Oh, so you want me to feed you?"

With that, she slipped the cookie into her mouth, leaned over, and shared it with Wesley, lips to lips.

After finishing her little stunt, Dahlia stuck her tongue out at me, all cheeky and smug. "Oops, sorry, Abigail, totally forgot you were still in the car.

"Wesley and I are totally head over heels right now. He can't get enough of me, wants to be glued to my side 24/7.

"When I'm on my period, he actually moves in to take care of me, rubbing my belly, making me soup, and driving me to and from work rain or shine."

I couldn't stand listening to this anymore. "Pull over. I'm getting out."

A glint of malice flickered in Dahlia's eyes, but she kept her voice sugary sweet. "Sorry, Abigail, no can do. We're on the highway."

I suddenly realized we'd already left the city behind. "Wesley, I want to go home. Why are we on the highway?"

Wesley gripped the steering wheel, eyes locked on the road. "Dahlia's not feeling well. I'll drop her off at the hospital first. This way's faster."

Dahlia pretended to be all innocent. "Abigail, don't blame Wesley, okay? I told him to take this way.

"I mean, you're only a stay-at-home wife, aren't you? It's not like you've got anything else going on, so tagging along for a drive with us shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

I said, my voice icy, "Enough, stop at the next rest stop. I'm getting out of this car."

Dahlia's face suddenly turned cold. She demanded, her tone harsh, "Wesley, what are you two really? Why did you lie to me?"