At that exact moment, on a highway speeding toward the airport, the last message Matthew typed failed to send. A red exclamation mark appeared next to the text bubble.
The unsent message read:
*"Audrey, Julia Fox and I are only contract spouses. It's business. We can divorce in one year. Just wait one more year, and I can marry you properly. I love you. I really, really love you. I, Matthew James, have never loved anyone else in my life. You won't leave me, right?"*
Matthew stared at the screen, his face draining of color. He slammed the brakes, the car screeching to a halt on the shoulder.
"Get out," he rasped.
Julia Fox, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at him in shock.
"Get out!" he roared, his voice cracking.
He forced her out of the car, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. He slammed the door and floored the gas, racing toward the airport like a man possessed.
