She couldn't fathom why Lyndon had suddenly floored it.

Then, a relentless blare of a horn sounded from behind.

Peering into the rearview mirror, Rosalynn's brow furrowed.

Brian's vehicle had caught up. He was right on their tail!

Brian reached out to her once more.

This time, Rosalynn didn't reject the call. She accepted it.

“Brian, please stop."

She had no desire to meet him at the moment. Solitude was her only wish.

"Step out of the car!"

At the other end, the man's breath came out ragged, betraying his struggle to keep his fury at bay.

Annoyed, Rosalynn retorted, “I'm warning you."

“Step out of the car! Rosalynn, you know who I am!"

His tone was icy, laced with caution.

Gripping her phone, Rosalynn's memory flashed to the time he had wrongly accused her of infidelity with Barlow. Brian had collided with Barlow's car in a fit of rage, sparking a vehement altercation.

If she didn't exit the vehicle now, his irritation might reach new heights.

Rosalynn, trying to temper her emotions, urged, "I'm going to leave the car, but please, try to keep your temper in check. Remember, you're a person, not an untamed creature that loses its temper at wilt!"

Brian was left at a loss for words.

Once she'd hung up, Rosalynn turned to Lyndon.

“Lyndon, my apologies.

Could you please pull over? The car tailing us belongs to my husband."