Once His Shadow, Now His Sentence

A week before my wedding, Maximo Alvarez's deceased wife's sister, who suffered from torrential rain syndrome, forced my car to a stop at the bridge railing.

I crashed into her eighteen times at high speed.

When Maximo arrived with the ambulance, I was being dragged out of a pile of scrap metal.

He, however, pulled aside a modified Hummer with only the bumper missing.

He held the trembling Matilda Philips in his arms.

"Mr. Alvarez, your fiancée's condition is not good; she needs to be taken to the hospital immediately."

Maximo stopped my stretcher, quickly scanning my body.