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Chapter 1

I stared at the comments on my phone as Whitney Cross walked out of the kitchen with a glass of water.She frowned and pressed a hand to her chest. "Honey, I'm getting dizzy again. Put your phone down and help me to bed, will you?"I stood and shoved my phone in her face. "The Queen of Suicide Mountain? You broke two ribs and still wouldn't get out of the car? I thought you couldn't even ride an elevator without throwing up."Her face went pale, and she stepped back. "What are you talking about? The queen of what? You believe everything you read online now? They obviously have me confused with someone else!"She tried to push my phone away, but I caught her wrist. "Someone else?"I tapped an old video linked in the comments. The footage was grainy, but the woman in the passenger seat was easy to recognize, even in a helmet. Her eyes stayed fixed on the road as she shouted directions over the roar of the engine. The car drifted around a curve at the edge of a cliff, and she

Chapter 2

The screen shattered, cutting off the call. "Eric, have you lost your mind?" Whitney dropped into a crouch and picked up her phone, frantically wiping at the cracked screen."You owe me a new phone!""You're not getting one!" I pointed to the door. "Get out and go find your precious Craig, because I'm done with this whole carsick act!"Whitney stayed, sinking onto the couch and bursting into tears. She sobbed as though I was the one who owed her an apology.Her best friend, Janet Maxwell, walked in just then. The second she saw Whitney crying, she rushed over and shoved me."What's wrong with you? You know how sick Whitney gets, and this is how you treat her?"I stared at her. "Sick? She was Craig's navigator, and she kept going with two broken ribs!"Janet froze, then quickly looked away. "That was years ago!"She was seriously hurt in that crash, and she's still dealing with the damage! That's why she gets carsick now!"You should be supporting her, and instead you're

Chapter 3

Craig smirked. "So you're Whitney's husband? Can't say I'm impressed."I ignored him and looked at Whitney. "You said you blocked him. You also said fast cars made you sick, so how come you weren't throwing up while he flew around those turns?"Whitney hurried over and reached for my hand. "Eric, please, let me explain. Craig's team is splitting up, and this was his last run up the mountain. He begged me to navigate one last time. I only came to say goodbye."I pulled my hand away. "Saying goodbye meant getting in his car and navigating for him? How stupid do you think I am?"Craig straightened and stepped between us. "Watch how you talk to her. I taught Whitney everything she knows about racing. She belongs on the track, and you're wasting her talent keeping her at home and treating her like she's made of glass."I met his eyes. "She's my wife."He scoffed. "So you married her. You think that means anything?"Can you give her that rush? Do you even know what racing means

Chapter 4

"He's dumping the wife who stuck by him through everything!" Janet continued. "What a scumbag!"I pushed through the crowd. "Whitney, are you done?"Whitney lunged at me and wrapped her arms around my legs. "Honey, I'm sorry! I should've kept my mouth shut about the other women. Please don't divorce me! I'll do whatever you want. Just don't throw me out!"She sounded so desperate, so devoted, that the employees around us began giving me suspicious looks. I resisted the urge to kick her off."That's not what you said last night when you were out racing with Craig."Her eyes shifted, but she quickly covered it with louder sobs. "What are you talking about? All I do is stay home and cook and clean for you! You'll say anything to get rid of me so you can move your mistress in!""Exactly!" Janet cut in. "Whitney can't even ride an elevator without getting dizzy, and you expect us to believe she went racing up a mountain? If you're gonna lie, at least make it believable!"I laug

Chapter 5

Craig doubled over laughing, as though I had just told the best joke of his life. "Beat you? Has all this finally gone to your head? You're a rich guy with a hobby. You really think you can take on a professional?"Whitney looked at me like I was an idiot. "Stop trying to prove something, Eric. People die doing this. Just get the money and quit wasting our time."I ignored them. "Three days from now at Westbrook International Speedway. Three laps. You win, I give you two million and sign the divorce papers on the spot. You lose, Whitney leaves with nothing and hands over those fake contracts."Craig stopped laughing and narrowed his eyes. "You're on. Hope you've got good life insurance. Don't say I didn't warn you."He put his arm around Whitney and swaggered out with her. Janet glared at me, then hurried after them.As the employees drifted back to work, my assistant, Vince Dixon, approached. "Mr. Schmidt, are you really going to race him? Craig's a professional, and h

Chapter 6

A few racing veterans in the crowd gasped."Look at all that carbon fiber!""Listen to that engine! It's got to be making over a thousand horsepower!"Craig's smile slipped, but he quickly recovered. "Nice car. Shame about the loser driving it."Whitney walked over and eyed me coldly. "How much did you spend renting that thing just to impress us? Do you even have the two million?"I pulled on my helmet without looking at her. "Get in the car. I'll show you both what real speed looks like."Craig's red GT-R lined up beside my black McLaren. From his passenger seat, Whitney flipped me off through the window.The starting lights turned green, and both cars shot off the line. Craig got a better launch and reached the first turn ahead of me.I stayed close to his rear bumper, in no hurry to pass. Over our open radio channel, his voice crackled through my headset."Keeping up back there, Mr. Schmidt? We're just warming up. Don't get scared on me."Whitney chimed in. "Lose him on th

Chapter 7

As his bumper struck, I tapped the brakes and nudged the steering wheel, using the impact to send the McLaren into a controlled drift. I held the slide and carried my momentum into the next turn.Behind me, Craig's GT-R swerved violently and lost speed. Whitney screamed from the passenger seat. "Craig, watch out!"Her scream left me cold. "This is the guy you're so proud of, Whitney? He can't even ram someone without screwing it up."By the start of the third and final lap, I was half a lap ahead. All I needed was a clean finish, but winning wasn't enough anymore.I wanted to break them both.With just over half a mile to the finish line, I pulled over and killed the engine. The grandstands went quiet as everyone tried to figure out what I was doing.A few minutes later, Craig's GT-R came roaring up behind me. He spotted my car at the edge of the track, and his surprise turned to excitement."His car broke down! We're gonna win!" Whitney shouted.The GT-R surged toward the fi

Chapter 8

Whitney looked up at me and spat, "Eric, you set me up! You knew how to race all along, and you pretended you didn't just to trick me!" I laughed. "I tricked you? You spent three years pretending to get carsick, then tried to blackmail me with fake contracts."I crouched in front of her and met her eyes. "Those contracts you found in the safe? I put them there for you to find, and they prove absolutely nothing. Go ahead and report me. Let's see which one of us gets arrested."Her eyes widened. "You knew I was faking it? All three years?""That's right." I stood. "Watching you make a fool of yourself was pretty entertaining.""Don't get too cocky, Eric!" Craig shouted. "This isn't over just because we lost! You win one race and think you're somebody? I'm a professional. My team's about to qualify for the national league!"I gave him a pitying look. "Then I guess nobody told you your biggest sponsor just pulled out."Craig froze. "You're lying."I took out my phone and playe

Chapter 9

I leaned against my car and watched the farce without a flicker of sympathy.Whitney crawled over and clung to my legs, her face bruised and swollen. "Eric, help me! I'm sorry. I know I was wrong! I don't want a divorce! I promise I'll be a good wife. Please, just help me!"I kicked her away. "Get off me. You disgust me." I opened the door and got behind the wheel. "You made your choice. Now live with it."I started the engine and drove away, its roar drowning out the commotion. In the rearview mirror, Craig was still hitting and kicking her.As soon as I got home, I had someone throw out all her belongings. I changed the locks and cleared the house of every trace of her.The next day, I filed the divorce papers. Whitney didn't show up, and I heard she was in the hospital with three broken ribs from the beating.How ironic. Years ago, she kept navigating for Craig with two broken ribs. This time, he broke three of them himself.I thought it was over, but Craig apparent

Chapter 10

My company's official account posted a ten-minute video. There were no tearful appeals or dramatic speeches, just the evidence.It opened with footage of Whitney navigating for Craig on the mountain road, cut together with clips of her acting carsick around me.Next came the full recording of her demanding two million dollars in exchange for keeping those fake contracts to herself.Then came footage of Craig trying to ram my car during the race, followed by unedited security footage of him beating Whitney afterward.The video ended with a copy of the police report confirming an investigation into blackmail and assault.Within minutes, the video was everywhere, and the comments turned against them.[Okay, I did not see that coming.][She spent years pretending to get carsick, then tried to blackmail her husband for two million dollars? That's disgusting.][Craig beats women? I just sent him money! Give it back!]Angry viewers flooded Craig's livestream. He went pale as insults

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