Champion Husband, Divorced WifeChapter 1
On my 18th birthday, my biological father sold me into an illegal underground racing circuit to pay off his debt.
Ethan Carter agreed to their race challenge to keep me alive.
After the race, he stood there in a daze, his hands trembling.
But he still pulled me tightly into his arms.
“Sophia, don’t be afraid.”
“From now on, you’re free.”
From that day on, Ethan and I drifted from place to place.
We were always hungry, barely clothed against the cold.
Watching me grow thinner and weaker, Ethan gritted his teeth and joined a professional racing team.
Within six months, he became a star driver, basking in glory.
To ease my worries, Ethan publicly announced to the world that I was his wife.
But after we married, when I went to visit him at the track, I saw a strange girl wearing my racing suit, sitting in the passenger seat that belonged only to me.
I yanked the girl out, stripped her down, and threw her onto the street.
Ethan wrapped a blanket around her and said coldly:
“She’s not like you. She’s clean.”
I let out a bitter laugh, then set fire to the very race car he had bought when proposing to me.
“It disgusts me. The car, and you.”
I threw the divorce agreement at him.
“Sign it.”
Ethan’s face darkened, his cold eyes fixed on me.
“Sophia, stop making a scene.”
I ignored him and said stubbornly:
“I said sign it.”
“Otherwise, burning the car will be the least of what I do.”
Ethan was about to reply when the team manager called him over.
In the past, Ethan would never have left without first coaxing me.
But this time, he left in a hurry, leaving behind only:
“We’ll talk about it when we get home.”
The empty practice track was soon filled only with employees putting out the fire—
and Olivia Lane, staring back at me.
After Ethan left, the timid look on Olivia’s face turned mocking.
“You just now figured out my relationship with Ethan? You’re pretty slow.”
She opened her phone, shoving her social media feed in my face.
“Let me tell you the truth—Ethan hasn’t loved you for a long time!”
“All those days he didn’t come home? He was with me.”
Post after post, from spring to winter—
they had spent almost every day together for a year.
All the things Ethan had once promised me but never did,
Olivia had enjoyed them all.
Compared to Ethan and me, they looked more like a “married couple.”
A pair of shameless adulterers!
Furious, I slapped Olivia across the face.