But to Sebastian, my five years of effort looked like a calculated scheme. He resented me for it.
That wedding we should’ve had five years ago still hasn’t happened.
My heart was done. The five-year agreement was over. The child no longer needed me, so it was time to live for myself.
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Polly's POV
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, the female youth students he brought needed to refuel the car, so he left me, wearing my wedding dress, in the suburbs. Unable to get a taxi, I walked home in embarrassment, with countless blisters on my feet.
The second time, the same female student had a stomachache and wanted to eat a small cake from the south of the city. He drove three hours to buy it, leaving me alone to apologize to the guests and drink 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, in the racing car that Sebastian had always cherished, like his life—forbidding even my slightest touch—two figures were entwined in a frenzy. 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.