After Being Abandoned By My Ex-husband 52 Times,I Became The Queen Of RacingChapter 1
I walked into the Law firm in a wedding dress. After five years of marriage, I had finally decided to divorce my race car driver husband.
The lawyer spoke in a flat, business-like tone. “For the divorce to proceed, both parties must sign the agreement. Your husband didn’t come today?”
I gave a bitter smile. “He’ll sign it. One way or another.”
Sebastian Trivett and I had been legally married for five years, but he’d canceled our wedding ceremony fifty-two times.
The first time, he left me stranded in the suburbs, wearing my wedding dress, because one of his young trainees needed help refueling her car. I couldn’t get a ride back and had to walk home, causing my feet to blister and bleed.
The second time, the same female trainee of his had a stomachache and craved a specific cake from across town. Without a question, he drove three hours to get it, while I was left behind, apologizing to guests and drinking until my stomach hurt.
Every single time we tried to have our ceremony, that girl had an emergency, and he would always rush to her side, leaving me alone in my gown.
“She’s afraid of the dark and needs company when practicing at night,” he’d say. “You’re just a housewife. You’ll never understand the thrill of the racetrack. Meanwhile, Adele and I share the same passion, making us soulmates.”
And today, on what should’ve been our wedding day for the fifty-second time, her video arrived right on schedule.
In it, Sebastian, the man who wouldn’t even let me touch his prized race car, was all over her. She was practically half-naked, straddling him in the driver’s seat, pressing his head to her chest while smirking at the camera… at me.
I’d seen enough. Now, I was sure she was the reason he kept canceling our wedding ceremony for five years now.
Five years ago, my family tricked me into coming home from the racetrack. They forced me to take my late sister’s place and marry her fiancé after her fatal car crash. They locked away my car, trapped me in the house, and handed me a newborn to raise and a broken man to nurse back to health.
I gave up everything—my dream, my freedom, my identity. I poured myself into raising a child that wasn’t mine and loving a man who never looked my way. All I wanted was the wedding he promised.