“HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, YOU LIARS!”—I Caught My Millionaire Husband Kissing His Mistress in His Private Office on Our FIFTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY, Then Walked Out Without Looking Back! But Hours Later, a Doctor Turned a Monitor Toward Me—and What I Discovered Would Change Both Our Lives Forever... / Chapter 39 / 80

Chapter 39 - The Ice-Breaker Ambush

I fought the steering wheel, pumping the anti-lock brakes until the heavy tires caught traction on the snow-covered gravel. We blew through the rusted metal guardrail, plunging down a twenty-foot slope onto the frozen, wind-scoured ice of Lake Michigan's northern bay.

The Suburban slammed down onto the ice pack with a bone-jarring crash. The frozen surface groaned beneath our weight, spiderwebs of white fractures shooting across the black ice beneath the headlights.

"Keep moving!" Dante yelled. "Don't stop! The ice won't hold if you stay stationary!"

Behind us, two of the black interceptors plunged down the embankment, their studded tires tearing into the snow as they matched our speed. Above, the stealth helicopter descended, its high-powered spotlight trapping us in a circle of artificial daylight.

*Crack!*

A high-caliber sniper round tore through the roof of the Suburban, passing straight between Dante and me, blowing a hole through the floorboards.

"Mateo! Keep your head down!" I screamed, weaving the vehicle erratically across the ice.

"Brianna, look ahead!" Dante pointed through the windshield.

A quarter-mile out on the open ice, a colossal, dark structure loomed in the blizzard. It was an abandoned iron-ore freighter, frozen solid into the pack ice decades ago—a decaying, rusted leviathan of steel trapped between the lake and the frozen shore.

"The hull!" Dante shouted. "Drive into the loading slip! The helicopter won't be able to target us through the steel deck!"

I slammed the pedal down. The Suburban raced across the slick surface at seventy miles an hour, the ice shrieking beneath us like breaking glass.

Behind us, one of the pursuing interceptors hit a pressure ridge in the ice; the front axle snapped, flipping the vehicle violently end-over-end into a massive fireball that scorched the frozen lake.

The remaining interceptor surged forward, pulling alongside us.

The tinted passenger window slid down. Inside sat Julianna.

Her face was covered in bloody gauze, her eyes burning with pure, maniacal hatred. In her good arm, she leveled an under-barrel grenade launcher straight at our rear tire.

"Say goodbye to your babies, Brianna!" she screamed over the roar of the engines.

Dante didn't hesitate.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, kicked the passenger door open into the freezing gale, and leaned out into the sub-zero wind. In his hands, he held the SIG Sauer I had dropped on the console.

He didn't aim at Julianna.

He aimed straight down at the thin, cracked ice directly beneath the interceptor's front wheels.

He fired three rapid, armor-piercing rounds into the ice.

The fractured ice gave way instantly. The front wheels of Julianna’s interceptor plunged into the freezing black abyss. The vehicle’s rear flipped into the air at eighty miles an hour, slamming upside down into the freezing water before being sucked beneath the ice sheet, vanishing forever into the lightless depths of the lake.

Dante collapsed back into the passenger seat, gasping for air, his gun clattering to the floor. "The freighter... Brianna... now!"

I yanked the steering wheel hard right, sliding the Suburban sideways through the rusted opening of the derelict ore ship's lower cargo hold just as the stealth helicopter fired a barrage of rockets into the ice outside.