Snapping out of my thoughts, I forced a bitter smile. Zachary’s affair had blindsided me, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that his new relationship was more complicated than it appeared. But what’s the point of digging deeper? We weren’t married, and an affair only led to one logical conclusion: a breakup.
Just as I was about to get into the cab, my phone rang. “Miss Reed, where are you? I don’t see you.”
The man in the car chuckled, softening his intense demeanor. I apologized, closed the door, and noticed another car behind us with its headlights on.
“Miss, what’s wrong? He’s driving a Maybach, not a taxi!” the taxi driver called out, clearly amused.
