Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 35

“Get ready to be amazed,” Astrid called out, helping me with the safety harness. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. Audrey, show them what you’ve

It’s been years, I murmured, my hands running over the familiar contours of the steering wheel. ‘What if I mess up?”

You won’t,” she said firmly. “You were always the steady one, remember? The one Rachel and I could count on to keep us from doing anything too crazy Even after all these years, beating Felix will be child’s play.”

I smiled despite my nerves. “I’ll try my best.”

The engine roared to life beneath me, a deep, powerful rumble that sent vibrations through my entire body. Memories flooded back–endless summer afternoons spent mastering every turn of tracks like this, the pure joy of speed and control.

Felix’s car stopped beside me. Through the window, I could see his confident grin. He probably thought this would be an easy victory – a way to impress the mysterious newcomer while entertaining his friends.

the track ahead, everything else fading into background noise. This wasn’t about Felix or his watch or even proving anything to anyone. This was about reclaiming a

The flag dropped.

the car surge forward. During the whole race, I was driving by my instinct. I drifted through every bend with pinpoint accuracy, my eyes fixed on the road stretching ahead. I could hear Rachel’s voice in

several car lengths ahead of Felix, the silence was absolute. His friends stood frozen, mouths agape. Even Astrid looked slightly stunned by the margin

from his car slowly, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Well,” he said, walking toward me with a mix of admiration and rueful amusement, I

feeling lighter than I had in years. “To be fair, it has been a long time

how.” He unstrapped his watch and held it out.

mouth is!” She plucked the watch from Felix’s outstretched hand with a theatrical flourish.

attention felt from the calculating gazes I’d grown used to in New York’s social circles. There was something

said, pulling out my phone, “Astrid wasn’t entirely honest earlier. I’m hardly a rookie.” I

phone. I noticed his