Not A Trophy Wife

Chapter Fourteen

Emilio stood next to the SUV and rested his palm on the hood. "You sure made it hard for us to find you, Mrs. Lewis."

I took a few steps back.

He walked towards me. "Get in the car. Mr. Lewis ordered me to take you back home."

My heart wanted to jump out of my chest. In my mind, I screamed, I don't want to go with you! Go away! But no sound came out of my mouth.

My body was shaking. It was like I was trapped.

"Is there a problem here?" Jayden's voice sounded the way it had when I first heard it.

My head turned towards him, hope in my eyes like it was the first time I'd met him.

"Move aside, Sir. This is none of your business." Emilio answered him without even looking at him. Then he repeated to me, "Get in the car, Mrs. Lewis."

I shook my head; my eyes filled with tears. "No."

"I'm afraid I can't give you a choice." My driver was firm.

"The lady said no." Jayden was already standing right next to me.

"Don't mess around, Sir!" Emilio's tone bordered on shouting—an impressive addition to his already intimidating, nearly two-meter body.

"Okay, okay." Jayden threw his hands up and stepped back toward the bike, which was no more than two or three meters away from the SUV.

My gaze followed him, and it seemed that my hope gradually died as he moved away. But when he sat on the seat, his head seemed to tilt slightly to one side. Was he giving me some kind of sign?

Emilio opened the car's back door, put his hand behind my waist, and grabbed my arm with the other, nudging me discreetly but firmly toward the car.

The bike's engine growled at the same time. But the tires didn't move.

I looked back at Jayden. He was still there. He was waiting for me.

I tore myself away from Emilio when my foot came up to step into the car and rushed to the bike. A moment later, Jayden and I flew away at breakneck speed.

My driver's voice was muffled.

But the relief was short-lived. I turned my head back to see the black Range Rover just a few meters behind us.

"Hold on tight!" Jayden yelled.

He hit the gas. In the wilderness of the country road, the roar of the motorbike engine overpowered that of the car.

Just as the black beast caught up with us, Jayden cut sharply and turned down a narrow path leading into the forest. While we were still driving at high speed, I was relieved to watch the shrinking form of my SUV far behind us.

After about fifteen minutes, we finally stopped in front of a small wooden cabin in the middle of countless trees.

Jayden got off, followed by me. We both went forward. Once we were right in front of the cabin, he stood up on his tiptoes, his fingers seeming to search for something under the small eaves above the door.

"There it is," he muttered, holding a key in his hand. "Come on." He turned to me and nodded after opening the door.

We went inside. Relieved, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it.

After a few steps forward, Jayden stopped and turned to me. "So, your husband finally found you?"

"Wha—" I narrowed my eyes. The last question I'd expected to hear from him was this. "You... How?"