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!”

in my red racing suit, and I saw his eyes widen with obvious

us with confident steps, his smile bright and

curved into a graceful smile as she made the introductions. “This

is Felix Thompson, the Thompson family heir

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couldn’t help 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 family had deep ties with Parker Group, but due to his studying abroad, he was unaware of my

Blake.

Miss Sinclair.” His smile widened. “Though I must say, I’m surprised Astrid’s kept such a lovely friend hidden

completing your studies, Mr. Thompson,” I

to Astrid. “You’ve been telling tales about me, haven’t you? How else

“your

reputation?” He raised an eyebrow. “Or your

track. Felix’s friends had 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

before, Felix said, his tone carefully

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

race? Well, we should make it interesting then.” He gestured to the high–end watch on his wrist. “If you win, this is yours. If

hear his friends muttering among themselves: “Classic Felix, asking for