The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1302:

“They’re coming back!” Relief flooded her voice. Cliff’s masterful handling had left the pack eating dust, with only Merrick able to match his pace.

In racing circles, Merrick was a force to be reckoned with, and today, he’d wagered more than money—his reputation hung in the balance. A loss here would shatter his dreams of making it big in the racing world.

Yet, Cliff showed no mercy, pushing his machine to its limits. Merrick’s composure began to crack as victory slipped through his fingers, his attention divided between the road and his rival.

Then, without warning, Cliff’s car lost momentum.

Merrick surged ahead, but something in his rearview mirror caught his eye—Cliff’s vehicle was weaving erratically.

Years of experience told Merrick something was seriously wrong. With the finish line in sight, Merrick found himself torn between victory and concern, easing off the accelerator.noveldrama

Cliff’s car drew alongside once more.

“What’s wrong with your ride?” Merrick shouted, his visor lifted.

Cliff’s jaw was set in stone as he wrestled with the failing machine, too focused to respond.

Merrick’s racing instincts kicked in—this was unmistakably a brake failure. Someone had sabotaged the vehicle.

In a flash of clarity, Merrick recalled admiring Cliff’s sports car before the race, even suggesting they swap vehicles.

The pieces fell into place—Merrick’s rivals had rigged the car, but their target had unwittingly passed the death trap to Cliff.

“I’m blocking your front!” Merrick’s voice cut through the engine’s roar.

“Use my car as a brake!”

The words hit Cliff like a thunderbolt.

Before Cliff could react, Merrick had already positioned his vehicle directly ahead.

Despite Cliff’s desperate attempt to veer away, fate had other plans. The crash was deafening—metal screamed against metal in a symphony of destruction that seemed to shake the earth itself.

The spectators’ horrified screams pierced the air.

At the sound, the blood drained from Laney’s face. Though she couldn’t see who was involved, her heart knew. She pushed through the panicked crowd, her feet carrying her toward the wreckage.

“Cliff!” Her voice broke as she ran, tears carving paths down her cheeks.

“Cliff!”

The aftermath of the collision painted a grim picture. Though Merrick’s car had taken a roll, its sturdy frame had protected the cockpit while leaving the rear crumpled.

Through the haze of pain and vertigo, Cliff fought with the mangled door of his front-crushed vehicle, dragging himself toward Laney’s voice.

Laney’s tears fell faster at the sight of Cliff standing, her hands shaking as they searched him for wounds.

The track’s medical team swarmed in with practiced efficiency.

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