Semua Bab Ex-Wife Became the Top Driver, He Regretted It: Bab 1 - Bab 10

[Give it a rest, you butch villainess. Mr. Black only has eyes for our Daisy. A poison like you is headed for the psych ward sooner or later.][Right? Tearing up a painting, big deal. Once Daisy becomes a top driver, Mr. Black will kick this dead weight to the curb.][God, he's so sweet. Shame all that devotion is wasted on the wrong woman.]Watching the text scroll past, I couldn't help the cold laugh rising in my throat.For eight years I'd stood beside Ethan, from the days he couldn't even afford a set of used tires to now, when he sat at the head of the country's top racing outfit, Redline Racing.To clear the loan sharks off his back, I quit the circuit and ran underground street races night after night. I drank myself sick in bars chasing down sponsors for the team he was building.Now he had the name, the money, the empire. And he wanted to use me as a stepping stone to lift up another woman."Babe?"Ethan cradled my hand and blew on it gently."Did you cut your fingers? This is

Apex Racing's tryout went well. One clean late-braking corner was enough to make their famously brutal head coach look at me twice.He decided on the spot to put me straight into the recovery program.After a training session that felt like hell, my muscles ached so badly I couldn't hold chopsticks, and my palms had blistered raw.But with the roar of engines in my ears, my whole soul shivered.It felt like coming home.I was resting trackside with a bottle of water when Ethan texted.He'd sent a photo of his office, captioned: Pulling an all-nighter with investors. Get some rest, babe. Don't worry if the tryout went badly. The sky falls, your husband holds it up.Then came a head-pat sticker.[Plot twist incoming. Right now Mr. Black has booked out the entire Laguna Seca circuit to teach our Daisy how to drift, hand over hand.][Not just that. He's got a whole crate of fireworks in the trunk to throw Daisy a romantic make-up birthday.][I can't, they're too sweet. This is what real lo

"Ethan, this is Apex turf. You want to lose it, take it outside."Hunter Holt shifted me behind him, his voice cold as frost.The old man's face had gone hard too.I stepped out from behind Hunter and bowed deeply to the old man and his wife first."I'm sorry. We've disturbed your evening."Then I grabbed Ethan by the collar and dragged him half-stumbling out of the room.Hunter's worried gaze followed us all the way to the door.In the empty underground garage, the dim ceiling lights threw Ethan's rage-twisted face into something demonic."Tell me. Why the divorce?""Is it because I didn't fire Daisy?"He seized my wrist, grinding out the words."I stopped all her training. I locked her in the dorm to think about what she's done. What more do you want?"Still dodging the real issue. I found it almost funny.I didn't fight him. I just lifted my head, looked quietly into his eyes, and asked, one word at a time."How was the wind out at the Isle of Man TT?"The grip on my wrist vanished.

I thought with a lawyer handling it, the divorce would go smoothly.I didn't expect Ethan to threaten to kill himself if I didn't come, calling me out to an abandoned underground garage.It was the same place we'd worked out of back when we were just starting.He stood there in that grease-stained old work uniform, eyes manic, showing off the car parked in the center of the garage.It was my first race car, the one I'd wrecked in competition years ago.He'd spent a fortune rebuilding it, an exact replica, down to the bolt."Sara, look. I fixed it."His eyes were bloodshot, his voice raw, like he was flaunting some priceless treasure."Get in and try it. Please. Let's go back to how we were."I stood five meters off, looking at him the way you'd look at a man who had lost his mind completely.When I didn't move, he dropped to his knees with a thud and tried to crawl over and wrap his arms around my legs."Sara, I was wrong. I was so wrong. I'll give up Redline Racing, I'll stop being Mr

"Holy shit, Sara. Best news ever."Sophie shrieked into the phone, electric with glee."Ethan's garbage team just got dropped by their biggest engine supplier. Out of nowhere."I was studying track footage and didn't pay it much mind.Then Sophie dropped the real bomb."And get this, I dug around. That supplier got bought outright a couple of days ago by Hunter Holt's family group.""He's absolutely doing it for you. A man going to war over a woman."Listening to her, something quietly began to thaw deep in my chest.That evening, Ethan was suddenly waiting downstairs from my loft.He looked hollowed out, his eyes sunk deep, like he'd aged ten years overnight.He begged me to come to the old repair shop we used to go to, to see him one last time.I went, my face cold.He sat on the battered couch and opened a bottle of the cheap soda I used to love."Sara, we..."I cut him off, not even glancing at the soda."Say what you have to say."He clenched his jaw and finally got to the point.