Chapter 33 The Jealous Wife

• Ava
• As I rushed downstairs, I clutched the car key tightly, the rain pounding against my skin like a relentless drumbeat. I had no choice but to brave the storm, so I pushed on, my eyes fixed on the car that seemed to be my only refuge.
• Approaching the vehicle, I tried to unlock it, but my fingers struggled to insert the key into the wet lock. The key seemed to slip through my grasp, and I muttered under my breath, frustrated. Just when I thought I was going to give up, the lock finally clicked open, and I slid inside, grateful to be out of the rain.