Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Andrey (POV

I adjusted the rearview mirror, noting only two cats remaining behind me. This was the fifth round of the day our original field of over a dozen narrowed to just three: myself, Felix Thompson, and another driver whose name I hadn’t caught.

“Last turn,” whispered to myself, easing onto the gas. Everything crystallized in that moment of cornering. I could feel every fraction of grip between thre and asphalt, every degree of the car’s tilt.

Cheers erupted as I crossed the finish line. I pulled off my helmet, catching sight of Astrid jumping up and down by the checkered flag. Moments later, Felix’s car rolled to a stop beside mine. His smile was brighter than the summer sun as he climbed out.

Another win!” He removed his helmet, offering me a bottle of water. “Ready for round six?”

I accepted the water, noting the natural grace in his movements.

“Of course! Astrid’s voice bubbled with excitement. “I’ve lost plenty here over the years – but with my best friend back, I’m winning everything back today! Her eyes sparkled as she spoke.

A skeptical voice cut through the crowd: “Miss Wilson, is she really just your friend? Or did you hire a professional to help recoup your losses?”

I felt Astrid tense beside me, ready to snap back, but Felix beat her to it.

Audrey’s skill might match a professional’s,” he said, his defense surprising me, “but you can see she’s unfamiliar with the track. She hasn’t raced in years. Less professional racer, more retired prodigy. Right, Audrey?”

The whispers started immediately:

basis already? Getting cozy,

European charm showing

calling

just joking,” he said

my gaze steady. “I won’t mind. However… linking an eligible bachelor like Mr. Thompson with a recently divorced woman like myself isn’t quite

face around us registered shock, including Felix’s.

divorce now?” Astrid sighed. “Such bad

faintly. “Better to say it now than have people discover it later and embarrass Mr.

caught Felix still standing there, his expression a complex mix of emotions. Sorry, Mr. Thompson. Some things are better

my veins, For

The world blurred into streaks of color and light as the car leaped forward, carrying

Blake’s POV

the other clinging to my arm. ‘Blake, darling, it’s too noisy here. I don’t like

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in my mind. Back when my injury kept

you loved racing. I watched her face carefully, that your skills rivaled professional Since when

quickly recovered, arranging her expression into a regretful – well. I did… I did love racing before,

you like it here, if you want to race

stunning – just like she does in front of the camera, I only felt the confusion inside me growing deeper. Five years ago,

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