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I spent the entire afternoon at the mall, picking out a third-anniversary gift for my husband, Derick.
Crossing the street, a Maserati slammed straight into me.
When I woke up, my husband walked into my hospital room, bringing the blond girl who ran me over.
"Daisy just graduated and isn't familiar with the roads in LA. You're not seriously hurt anyway, so just let it go."
When I returned home, I realized my dog, my companion for eight years, was missing.
"This dog tried to bite me, so I killed it. It's in a freezer in the kitchen now," the girl's cousin said.
My husband said, "It was just an animal. We can just get another one, can't we?"
I looked him straight in the eyes. "Derick, let's get a divorce."

He Defended the Woman Who Ran Me Over

"Lidia, are you really going to be this willful?"


Derick reached up to touch his face, where the red marks of my fingers were still visible.


Derick got in the car right then and there and drove me to the courthouse.


After the paperwork was finalized, he said confidently, "You got your divorce, just as you wished. Don't come begging to me when you regret it."


With that, he abandoned me at high noon in the sweltering 104-degree heat and sped away.


Under the scorching sun, my skin began to turn red and itch. The scars from my burns hadn't fully healed, and now they felt as if a thousand tiny insects were crawling over them.


I took out my phone and made a call. "Can you come pick me up? I can't get an Uber."


"It's been three years! You finally remembered me!"


Five minutes later, a Ferrari pulled up right beside me. The man who stepped out was Randal, my childhood sweetheart.


Chapter 6