Beyond the Divorce

I took a deep breath, trying to ease my tension.

The car was speeding forward, constantly dodging the relentless pursuit from behind. The car swayed from side to side in a large arc.

Finally, we all noticed a container truck driving steadily ahead. I saw a glimmer of happiness appear on Dylan's face.

When I looked up at Atlas, he comforted me immediately, saying, "Don't worry! He's got this!"

His big hand clasped my head against his chest. I could faintly hear his strong heartbeat, knowing that he was nervous.

Dylan stepped on the gas and quickly caught up, driving side by side with the truck.

Perhaps the truck driver noticed we had caught up, so he also accelerated.

To sustain this calibre of driving, one needed to be exceptionally skilled. If there was even a slight mistake, it could result in a fatal accident. My hands tightly gripped Atlas's body, and I dared not breathe.

cars following us were afraid to approach because if the truck slowed down slightly, it would be disastrous for them

closely watched the cars behind us and maintained the same speed as the truck. The cars behind us had no chance to overtake and could only follow closely, waiting

lights of the truck flashed three times. Dylan stepped on the gas, and our

couldn't possibly notice the small movements ahead

shot out. Even as the container

happened and ended in a blink of

loud crashes and explosions. In my eyes, the wall, truck was like a high the raging flames on other

a stop,

sight, beyond the high

car, and I saw two

there are more

over. "Don't worry, they're on our

him with lingering