I tensed as he reached for it, his gaze flickering from the road to the screen. He didn’t need to say a word for me to know who it was.
Jane.
I bit down on my lip, bracing myself for the inevitable. I hated that name. That person. The woman who seemed to have more claim over my husband than I ever did—acting like she doesn’t have a boyfriend.
“Yeah?” Louis answered, his tone softening immediately. His eyes darted between me and the road, but his focus was entirely on her.
I could hear her voice, faint but urgent, through the speaker. Something about needing help. Of course. She always needed something. And Louis always rushed to her side, no matter what.
“We’re almost at the—” I started to say, but Louis cut me off with a wave of his hand.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes, Jane,” he said, his voice decisive. He glanced at me briefly, his expression unreadable. “Sorry, Alexandra. I’ll drop you off, and you can take a cab the rest of the way. Jane needs me.”
I stared at him, stunned, as the reality of his words sank in. He was choosing her again. Again.
“Louis,” I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief, “I need you, too. I was going to—”