Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393: I can’t give up like this...

In Jessica’s car, the world seemed to tilt in slow motion as the car’s front wheels lost grip on the rocky edge.

For a breathless instant, it hovered, balanced between salvation and doom as it snagged on brittle tree branches. Then, with a splintering crack, the branches gave way, and gravity took charge.

The violent crash of metal tearing through trees echoed down the cliffside, sending a flock of startled birds screaming into the sky.

Jessica’s heart dropped into her stomach, her breath hitched. Her heart thumped rapidly as the tree branches scratched the car’s body.

This wasn’t what she thought. Her mind raced on what to do but with such a situation she found herself at a loss.

The driver groaned from the impact as he lifted his hand to shield her head.

She opened her mouth to speak but the impact of the car as its hood slammed into the rock had her bite her tongue followed by violent cracks that shook the car like a toy being thrown around.

Continuing its descent, the branches tore at the windows, snapping and scraping, their jagged ends striking the metal as if trying to rip it apart.

Shards of glass exploded around them, glittering in the flashes of sunlight that broke through the tumbling blur. With each impact the driver groaned painfully.

Inside the car, their bodies were a tangled mess, the driver’s weight bore down on her, steady and unyielding, even as the car flipped and jolted with bone-rattling force.

His breathing came in gasps, blood seeping from his back, with the car nosediving his back had slammed against the front seat, pain coursing through every vein.

Jessica squeezed her eyes shut, every sound magnified in her ears...the grinding metal, the cracking wood, the thunder of impact after impact.

The car’s descent slowed to a stop and she opened her eyes. She could feel her body damp with warm liquid, no doubt it must be her driver.

She opened her mouth to speak to him but she felt the taste of blood in her mouth. Her lungs burned. The smell of dust, gasoline, and crushed leaves filled the air.

Her mind screamed that this was the end, but the warmth of the driver’s arm over her head made her cling to one thin, impossible hope.

Just when she thought she could move away from him, the tree holding the car cracked from its weight and the car resumed its descent.

This time faster than its first descent, and finally with a brutal crash, the car slammed against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff before falling to the side.

An impact that changed their position as the driver became a body cushion for her.

Metal squeaked loudly as it twisted, the remaining door windows shattered from the impact. And everything went still.

Jessica felt the groan from the driver, his arm twitching lightly against her body.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, her breath shallow and ragged as she tried to move her limbs.

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