Mr and Mrs Sim ⋆ s.jake

Chapter 11

Some men forget that roses have sharp thorns, and this fact had even faded from Jaeyun's memory. I was going to engrave in his skin that he shouldn't mess with me. A man doesn't cross that line, but mine was a fucking baby.

"Rose don't do this."

I threw my purse on my passenger seat when Evan tried to dissuade me for the twentieth time. I had cut short our meeting as well as my panic attack for my revenge, and he couldn't accept that my emotional state was worse than a roller coaster.

Evan was never called a cheater by his ex, she was the one who cheated on him anyway, but it was obvious that I should not let my name be sullied like that by my own husband.

"Please be useful and arrest her."

I raised an eyebrow when I heard what he'd just asked the two cops in charge of him. The officers looked at each other, then at me, and particularly at the red car I was about to drive. I was standing next to it, the door open and my left arm resting on the top of the window. I stayed put for the verdict.

"It's okay, ma'am. You can go."

My small, satisfied smile didn't escape Evan's notice. I was lucky he hadn't mentioned the death threats I'd made against Jaeyun. Arresting me? I was a fucking danger to no one but those who made me dirty. I slammed the car door behind me and turned on the ignition before looking at the car with two flashing lights in front of me.

Evan had just sat in the back seat, yet his gaze was already searching mine across the two windscreens separating us. I was sorry to send him back to his prison when a few seconds earlier he was drying my tears, but someone else was waiting for me.

"Forgive me Bambi."

I whispered as I gave him one last compassionate look before pulling out of my parking space ahead of the police car. Then I waited until I was off the main road to get out of their line of vision and crush my heel on the accelerator pedal.

I held the steering wheel in one hand and massaged my thigh with the other. I hoped I'd hallucinated that message because I'd rather be crazy than a cheater in Jaeyun's eyes. I imagined how I'd find him when I got home, probably in a half-unbuttoned shirt, his hair wet and icy from his shower and the word hysterical on the tip of his lips.

"Please lord let him be just drunk."

It was stupid, he was never drunk so I couldn't blame his mistake on alcohol. My thoughts and the monotony of the road quickly tired me, so I was calmer. Above all, more reasonable on the gas pedal. Until a motorcycle appeared on the road to overtake me on the right and cut me off.

"FUCKIN—"

Thank God my foot was over the brake, because that bastard would have killed me if my body wasn't firmly restrained by my seatbelt. It was crazy how all the men in the world had agreed to piss me off at the wrong time. I sighed and pulled myself together, my anger didn't count on the road.

My safety and that of the other drivers was more important. So at first I stayed behind the damn bike at the speed limit. The biker was calm, even a little too calm, and it was only after another four kilometers that my gaze lingered on his license plate out of boredom.

"Got you psycho." My eyes widened.

He was the one I was looking for; same plate and same model. The sick fuck who killed an innocent man to keep him from talking. I considered my options: either stay safe, or cause an accident to force him to stop, but the possibility that he might want to kill me unlocked a whole new one.

I accelerated to get as close to him as possible, then braked to get away before he could. This game went on until I could feel him getting nervous on his controls. I laughed before I saw the sign for the next exit. I wasn't supposed to take it anymore according to the road markings, but I needed to test him.