Chapter 6

My head shot up in surprise as I gaped at Michael. He quickly averted his gaze, though.

I'd never expected him to help me. I didn't know whether my abrupt departure would land him in hot water, but this was my only chance to leave this place. I didn't want to let it go.

I picked up my breakfast from the bedside table and gobbled it down. Then, Michael helped me out of the ward. Everything went so smoothly that I almost couldn't believe it. There weren't even any bodyguards outside.

Michael hailed a cab and helped me in. Then, he handed me a knapsack. "All your identification and documents are inside. The flight is at 3:30 pm, so don't miss it."

I stubbornly wanted an answer, so I gripped his sleeve tightly. "Why are you helping me?"

"Don't ask. There's also a divorce agreement in the bag; mail it to me once you've reached a safe place, and I'll deal with the rest. Remember to use a fake address…"

He seemed to have plenty more to say, but the driver smacked the wheel impatiently.