Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1344

This is the wilderness of North America, where at any given moment one might encounter a wild beast lurking behind the dense foliage, or perhaps even more unnerving, a man with malicious intent and a firearm. For her, staying meant certain capture, and another chance at escape would never present itself. K would not allow himself to blunder twice.

Maja flung the car door open and stepped into the inky embrace of the forest. The car sat abandoned at the roadside as she tossed aside her high-heeled inserts and began to run in her flats, descending further into the woods.

Fearful of taking the main paths, her heart hammered against her chest—a desperate yearning for freedom, a longing to be reunited with Ian. She felt an adrenaline rush so potent that even the specter of death seemed trivial in comparison. Tears of fervor streaked her face as she ran from dusk till dawn, running on fumes but driven by sheer instinct towards the distant glow of the city.

Her trajectory was a straight line, across unknown roads, tripping and stumbling over the rugged terrain. Her hands were shredded, but the city lights seemed an eternity away, and she feared she might faint at any moment.

Reaching a quaint lakeside cabin at the foot of the mountain, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Yet, she mustered the strength to knock, driven by the dire need for sustenance.

The modest two-hundred-square-foot cabin, she knew, was leagues away from K's mansion. After a three-hour drive the previous evening and her continued flight into the morning, it was unlikely K could catch up that quickly. She needed food, and she needed to keep moving.

The door swung open, revealing an elderly gentleman with a kindly face, white hair, and piercing blue eyes. Startled at her appearance, he met her gaze with a mix of surprise and concern. Maja quickly explained her plight, scanning the cozy interior for any sign of danger—just the old man and his dog lounging on the sofa.

"Could I have some bread?" she asked, her voice hoarse. Her fever had broken, but the night's exertions had left her weak. No one could run all night without consequence.

Without a word, the old man brought her bread and a glass of milk. She took a bite, tears welling up as she murmured her thanks. He then offered her a glass of warm water and asked how she came to be there. Maja spun a tale of a vacation gone awry, separated from her family.