Liam Winston's face darkened instantly.
His gaze locked onto the motorcycle ahead.
Sophia Sullivan didn't slow down—she twisted the throttle to its limit.
The engine roared like a wild beast.
The bike shot forward like an arrow released from its bow.
Liam's pupils contracted sharply.
He grabbed Chloe Evans instinctively.
They tumbled onto the roadside in a graceless heap.
The motorcycle whizzed past, barely missing them.
Liam's heart pounded violently.
He'd never seen this side of Sophia before.
Her eyes were cold as ice.
The speed was terrifying.
She'd clearly meant to kill them.
Chloe collapsed onto the pavement.
Her entire body trembled with fear.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
For that one moment...
She'd truly believed death had come.
Sophia was terrifying.
Liam stood up, teeth clenched.
The motorcycle had already disappeared around the corner.
Only the acrid smell of exhaust remained.
Mocking their pathetic state.
His fists tightened.
This time, he would find Sophia.
Chloe timidly tugged at his sleeve.
"Let's not chase her..."
Liam shook her off.
"Get in the car."
Chloe reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat.
This time, Liam kept his distance.
He followed from far behind.
Sophia noticed the trailing vehicle immediately.
A glance in the rearview mirror.
Her lips curled into a cold smile.
Persistent bastards.
Time to lose them.
She turned the handlebars sharply.
The bike veered toward The Underground City.
Its narrow, twisting streets were perfect for evasion.
Liam followed into The Underground City.
His frown deepened.
This place was dangerous.
Notorious for its crime rate.
What was Sophia doing here?
Chloe seized the opportunity to stir trouble.
"Maybe she's here for the bars."
"Does Ethan know?"
Her tone was innocent.
But malice gleamed in her eyes.
Sophia's downfall delighted her.
How dare she climb into Ethan's world.
The motorcycle stopped in a shadowed alley.
Sophia dismounted smoothly.
Liam parked quickly.
They followed on foot.
Deep in the alley, the light dimmed.
A drunk staggered into view.
His eyes lit up at the sight of Sophia.
"Hey pretty...have a drink with me..."
His hands reached out suggestively.
Liam moved instinctively.
Chloe yanked him back.
"Don't."
"She can handle herself."
"Maybe she planned this."
Sophia suddenly smiled.
Bright yet chilling.
"You want me to play with you?"
"Don't regret it."
The drunk was mesmerized.
Before he could react—
Sophia drove her knee upward brutally.
A scream echoed through the alley.
The drunk crumpled, writhing in pain.
Liam inhaled sharply.
The brutality shocked him.
Was this really his docile ex-wife?
During their three-year marriage—
Sophia had always spoken softly.
Even when he lost his temper.
She'd soothed him first.
Only now did he see—
She'd never truly submitted.
Except for him.
But the woman who'd bent for him...
He'd already destroyed her.