Ride a bike share and hit an ex-boyfriend who drives a Porsche

When Liam loved me most, I broke up with him.

Our next meeting was an accident. He, in his Porsche, hit me, riding a rental bike.

I stared at the ripped knee of my jeans, clutching the critical prognosis in my hand.

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When Liam stepped out of his car, his assistant was right behind him, holding a large umbrella to shield him from the sun.

In the sweltering heat of June, he looked perfectly composed, while I was drenched in sweat.

He was impeccably dressed in a suit, his expression cold and stern, exuding the polished arrogance of a rising mogul.