When Love Comes Late

Gently turning the wheel, she inched her way to the guardrail, hoping the friction between the car and the railing would eventually bring her to a halt.

Given the late hour and sparse traffic, this seemed her best bet to mitigate the risk of a collision.

Yet, as she coasted closer and closer to the guardrail, fear escalated within her.

If this last-ditch effort failed, she could very well lose her life.

Stella pursed her lips, struggling to maintain her composure.

This was Flossie’s car, a recent purchase.

The only reasonable explanation for any malfunction, apart from manufacturing defects, had to be sabotage.

The one person who knew her location and bore ill will towards her was Dulce.

Dulce was acquainted with Flossie.

In the private room, she had discreetly dismissed Eloise, perhaps to buy her more time.

The deeper Stella delved into her thoughts, the more she became convinced that Dulce was behind the tampering of the car.

It perplexed her.

She held no animosity towards Dulce, so why would Dulce attempt to kill her?

Stella slammed on the brakes.

She couldn’t allow Dulce’s scheme to work.

She had to survive.

She needed to reunite with her grandfather and Matthew.

Her relationship with Matthew was just beginning to mend, and their marriage had yet to be restored.

She couldn’t die like this.

Sparks erupted between the car and the guardrail.

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Stella felt her resolve waning, uncertain of what would unfold next, or if she would even survive.

Around another bend, a trolley materialized abruptly before her.

Frantically, Stella stomped on the brakes and wrenched the steering wheel.

Bang!

Swish!

Two jarring sounds rang out as the car collided with the trolley.

The tires screeched loudly against the pavement.

The car flipped over, and the airbags deployed.

Stella’s world spun, blood trickling down from her forehead, blurring her vision further.

She sensed her consciousness slipping away, her body chilling rapidly.

“Matthew…” With immense struggle, she fumbled for her phone.

But her hands felt powerless.