A trophy wife; not the one for him.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I hurried outside, running across the pavement as I rushed to catch up with Jared and Sofia. They were already seated in the cat, Jared's eyes fixed on the road ahead as he started the engine. I opened the door and slid into the backseat, trying to catch my breath.

The car was silent and thick with tension as Jared pulled out of the parking lot. Sofia stared out the window, her expression unreadable.

Jared on the other hand had an angry look, his grip on the steering wheel a tight. He drove so roughly that I feared for our lives.

"Jared, can you slow down a bit? You're gonna get us killed at this pace," I yelled, when he almost bumped into a truck.

"Don't tell me what to do," he hissed, his jaw clenching.

I was taken aback by his words and the rudeness they conveyed, but I was not going to back down if I wanted to get home in one piece.

"If you don't care about your life or mine, then you should care about Sofia's. She's pregnant, remember?" That seemed