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Winona didn't want to make a scene in the car. She endured it for a few minutes, but his lips trailing down her neck were getting increasingly aggressive.

She looked up and ordered the driver, "Pull over."

Logan Quinn, the assistant, slowly brought the car to a halt on the shoulder. He met her eyes in the rearview mirror. "Mrs. Shaw?"

Winona was genuinely surprised. After three years, Zachary's assistant was still willing to call her Mrs. Shaw.

She pushed the door open and shoved Zachary off her. "It's too cramped back here. I'm sitting in the front."

Zachary's grip was suffocating, clutching her waist as if he were trying to snap her in half.

Winona had to use actual force, ruthlessly prying his fingers off her one by one.

Three years of living abroad had cured her of her addiction to him. She had spent three years mourning her lost baby, and she was long past the point of falling for his charms again.

She pushed him away without a second thought.

The interior lights flicked on, illuminating a dark red mark on Winona's neck.

It was a fresh, bruised hickey.

Sienna's pupils constricted violently. She thought she was hallucinating.

Her hands clenched into tight fists, her jaw rigid with suppressed fury.

But Winona just rubbed her neck, frowned, and climbed into the passenger seat.

Sienna's nails dug painfully into her palms. Why did Winona have to come back?

What was the point?

There wasn't a single person in Empire City who wanted her here. Even her own husband had never trusted her when he should have been her biggest ally.

Coming back was just setting herself up for humiliation.

Settling into the front seat, Winona looked completely exhausted. "Keep driving."

"Right away, Mrs. Shaw."

Logan stole a quick glance at his boss through the rearview mirror.

The boss had an insanely high alcohol tolerance. It made zero sense for him to be this wasted, let alone acting so out of control.

Maybe he really had just chugged too much tonight.

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