“It hasn’t been regular for two months already.”
I looked at him, my voice soft. “You remember it that clearly?”
He went quiet for a second, clearly in the wrong.
But it never occurred to him that my cycle was irregular because I’d been pregnant back then. Seeing I wasn’t interested, he didn’t push it. He simply reached out and pulled me back into his arms.
The gesture was casual—firm enough that refusal wasn’t really an option.
“Then get some sleep.”
His breathing slowly evened out.
I stayed awake, staring at the dark ceiling as tears silently soaked into the pillow.
I was painfully aware that for Kelsey’s sake, he didn’t even seem to be considering a divorce—and was still thinking about having a child with me.
But Tucker… we’re not having kids.
The next morning, he was already gone when I woke up. I still had a lot to take care of.
Documents were spread all over the table: housing for the Canada study program, visas, partner schools, health insurance. Every detail needed my personal confirmation.
Just six more days.
Then I could start over.
That was when my phone started vibrating.
The moment I answered, a panicked voice came rushing through.
“Verity! You need to get here now! Tucker’s back on the track!”
My head rang.
“What?”
“He entered an underground rally race. Someone set him up! Water was dumped on the track—the car lost control and flipped! Everything’s chaos right now!”
I barely registered the rest.
The ringing in my ears surged. My vision washed out white. The steering wheel shook in my hands.
I don’t even remember hanging up. I just remember slamming the gas, the car shooting forward.
I’d always known how dangerous racing was.
In the early years, when Tucker had no money and no name, rally racing was his only shot.
Prize money. Sponsorships. A way up. He was betting his life on the wheel.
But later, after he started his company, things stabilized.
He’d promised me back then.
“Honey, if you’re worried, I’ll quit.”
He’d said it so confidently, smiling, ruffling my hair.
And now, today, he’d gone back without telling me.
The car sped down the road, but my hands felt ice-cold.
A fear so intense it felt suffocating rose up inside me.
When I arrived, I could see the chaos from far away.
Crooked caution tape. Shouting crowds.
I didn’t even stop to ask what had happened; my eyes locked onto the overturned race car by the track.
The frame was mangled. The door was jammed.