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:

first–name basis already? Getting

heir’s European

we start calling

“They’re just joking,” he

back on my water bottle, my gaze steady. “I won’t mind. However… linking an eligible bachelor like Mr. Thompson with a

silence that followed was absolute. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Every face around us registered shock, including Felix’s. He looked like someone had just thrown

divorce now?” Astrid

say it now than have people discover it later and

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

letting the engine’s roar punctuate my words. The savage growl of the engine matched the wild freedom surging through my veins, For once, I didn’t care about maintaining the perfect image. Today, just for these precious moments on the track, I

blurred into streaks of color and light as the car leaped

Blake’s POV

became apparent. One hand shielding her eyes from the sun, the other clinging to my arm. ‘Blake, darling, it’s too

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echoed in my

your sister, saying you loved racing. I watched her face carefully, that

darkened for a moment, panic flashing across her features. But she quickly recovered, arranging her expression into a regretful – well. I did… I did love racing before, but… Blake, darling, you know I was very

arm. “But… if you like it here, if you want to

she does in front of the camera, I only felt the confusion

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