Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

The Long Island Raceway stretched out before us under the afternoon sun, the asphalt shimmering with heat. The roar of engines filled the at, borgin – back memories I’d thought long buried. Astrid and I stood in our racing suits, and for a moment, I felt nineteen again.

Remember your last time here?” Astrid’s voice was gentle.

1 nodded, my that tight. “How could I forget? Haven’t touched a car since Rachel’s accident.”

She bumped my shoulder lightly. I never dared bring you to places like this before. But now that you’re free… She gestured at the track. “Rachel brought us here to blow off steam, remember? It’s time to remember who you were before the Parkers.”

A smile tugged at my lips despite myself. “You’re right.”

I was a scared country girl back then, working part–time at a local clinic, until Rachel Hayes swept into my life like a whirlwind. She’d taught me everything, Then came the accident, and everything changed.

“Well, well!” A voice cut through my thoughts. Astrid Wilson!”

Astrid and I turned toward the sound. One of the men at the center of the group was waving at us.

“Felix Thompson!” Astrid smiled warmly. “Didn’t

expect to see you here!”

while. His gaze shifted to me in my red racing

moment, he pushed past his circle of admirers and strode toward us with confident steps, his

curved into a graceful smile as she made the introductions. “This is my good friend, Audrey

wink. “And this is Felix Thompson, the Thompson family heir who just returned from his extended

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but recall what I knew about him a childhood friend of Blake’s, more interested in racing than academics, recently summoned home by an ultimatum from his father. The Thompson

Blake.

“Though I must say, I’m surprised Astrid’s kept such a lovely friend

I replied diplomatically, watching embarrassment

been telling tales about me,

laughed, “your reputation

an

drifted closer, openly curious about the newcomer in their midst. I could feel their assessing gazes, wondering who this unknown/woman was who’d caught their leader’s

New York racing circuit before, Felix said, his

could respond, Astrid jumped in. “She’s a rookie. Want to race against

He gestured to the high–end watch on his wrist. “If you win, this is yours. If I win… you add me on Instagram Simple

his friends muttering among themselves: “Classic Felix,