your wife was arrested

MARGARET POV

"I couldn't deal with that bitch last time because of Aaron," I seethed, "but I'll deal with her now."

With a fierce determination, I sped off, weaving in and out of lanes, swerving left and right, narrowly avoiding other cars. The driver gripped his seatbelt, his face pale with concern.

"Ma'am, you need to calm down! If you keep driving like this, something bad is going to happen!" he warned, his voice tight with alarm.

But I ignored him, my focus fixed on catching up to Jessie. My anger and hurt fueled my reckless driving, and I pressed down on the accelerator, speeding through the streets with a singular purpose.

The driver's voice grew more urgent, "Ma'am, please! You're going to get us killed! Slow down!"

But I didn't listen. I was consumed by my rage and determination to confront Jessie. I took a sharp turn, tires screeching, and sped down a side street.