Wooing My Ex-Wife

The truck was rapidly closing in on Cedrick and Gwendolyn’s cab, leaving them with little time to formulate a plan.

The cab doors and windows were locked, and the driver was frantically swerving the streets to avoid a collision with the truck.

Right in the nick of time, Cedrick raised his laptop and slammed it against the passenger side window. The sound of glass shattering stung their ears.

Cedrick turned around, intending to switch seats with Gwendolyn so she could jump out of the moving cab first.

She rejected his offer and urged. “We’re running out of time. Go. I’ll come right after you.”

The truck was seconds away from ramming into the cab. Cedrick promptly jumped out of the cab, rolling several times across the ground before coming to a stop on the side of the road.

He was followed closely by Gwendolyn.

Bang!

The truck crashed into the cab barely a second after Gwendolyn made her escape, filling the air with ear- splitting noise.

Inertia caused the truck to continue speeding after its collision, and it was headed straight for Gwendolyn

She nimbly jumped out of the way, and the truck was finally forced to a stop when it collided with a roadside wall.

The unfortunate cab driver did not have the guts to jump out of his car and ended up in a pool of his own blood.

Cedrick immediately checked Gwendolyn for injuries. She shook her head and said reassuringly, “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

They stood on the roadside, ascertaining the severity of the accident and digesting their close brush with death.

Cedrick quickly dialed Neal’s number and said, “My wife and I were ambushed in a car chase on our way to the airport. I’m sending you my coordinates. Get your men here as soon as possible.”

He was about to send Neal their location coordinates after their call when the swing doors of the truck opened. A group of masked, bat-wielding men jumped out of the vehicle and walked toward the couple menacingly.

A fight soon broke out, with Cedrick and Gwendolyn going up against forty men.

The situation was rather chaotic but was nothing new for the couple.

Nonetheless, their enemies had more manpower and appropriate weapons. Cedrick and Gwendolyn would run out of energy as the fight dragged on.

Cedrick shielded Gwendolyn and whispered, “These men came for you. You can’t outlast them. You

Ambush In A Foreign Land should escape first.

I will not leave you behind, Gwendolyn

the crowd bare-footed, wrenching a baseball bat off one of their attackers and taking on ten men at once.

the fray and check on her from time to

brawl lasted a good five minutes, after which the

and Cedrick were far superior fighters and steadily incapacitated their enemies. They

Bang!

gunshot pierced the air. A stray bullet struck Gwendolyn’s elbow amid the chaos, and she grunted as blood streamed out of the gunshot

the immense ache that threatened to overwhelm

reaction time, and she failed to dodge a

“Gwenny!”

barely managed to remain upright by leaning

their enemies a vicious glare and threatened, “Don’t even dream about leaving

its prey

to spin. Her vision was turning hazy, and she

arms to protect

snipers at

lost their upper hand

welcome blare of police sirens soon

waited and failed to receive Cedrick’s coordinates, quickly realized that something was off and immediately contacted Astoria’s

knew their baseball bats were no match for the policemen’s guns and beat a hasty retreat.

who had also traveled to the accident site, hurried over to check the couple’s

o’clock from where I’m facing. I’d say he’s about half a kilometer away and using

“On it.”

dispatched a team of officers to search for

he stared at Gwendolyn’s injured elbow. He warned through gritted teeth, “My wife and I ran into danger,in your territory, Neal. You owe me a detailed investigation. I want the perpetrators brought to justice, or I’m taking things into

turn every stone in this investigation even without your orders.”

given that the victims were the head of Chanaea’s Federal Bureau of Investigation and his

ambulance pulled up to the

your assailants and

and quickly carried Gwendolyn into

Gwendolyn’s gunshot wound.

deeply in Gwendolyn’s elbow,

in his arms and never let go. He was swimming in guilt and fury over

was lodged so deeply that its removal required forceps. A paramedic approached

and ordered, “I’ll do it.”