Quincy Coleman was the navigator of the talented racing driver Leonard Barnes, helping him win many racing championships.

They kissed in the empty desert, drank together under the moonlight on the sand dunes, and promised to race across the whole world together.

Later, during a race, Quincy lost her right leg, and her face was badly damaged.

Leonard sold all the racing cars and used all his wealth to propose to her.

On their wedding day, a rich young woman who had admired Leonard for years wore a wedding dress and tried to steal the wedding, but Leonard sent her to a mental hospital.

Even after five years of marriage, Leonard still loved Quincy the same way as before.

He changed careers and studied medicine, bringing her abroad for facial reconstruction surgery.

He also spent huge amounts of money to invite rehabilitation specialists from overseas to create a prosthetic leg for her.

On this day, Quincy finally stood up.

She hurried to find Leonard, yet before reaching his office, she heard Cora Crawford speaking inside.

“You care about racing that much. Have you ever regretted giving it up for Quincy?”

Cora was Leonard’s most devoted fan. Before he got married, she stubbornly followed him everywhere. After she tried to steal the wedding and was sent to a psychiatric hospital, she vanished completely.

Quincy could not even think about why they were together. She simply waited for Leonard to deny it.

However, after a moment of silence, Leonard quietly replied, “I do regret it. Every day feels like torture.”

All the color disappeared from Quincy’s face. Her body shook nonstop as she leaned against the doorframe to keep herself from collapsing.

The conversation inside the office continued.

“Sorry, Leonard… If I hadn’t touched that road book back then, the accident would never have happened. You wouldn’t have been forced to leave the racing world, and you wouldn’t need to stay by Quincy’s side out of guilt, living this kind of life with her.”

Every single word pierced Quincy’s ears. Her entire body turned cold, as if she had been thrown into an ice cave.

Five years ago, after she woke up, Leonard explained that he had been half a second too slow when braking, which caused the race car to fly off the track.

She believed every word he said and even tried to comfort him, asking him not to carry the blame.

Never in her dreams did she expect that Cora had been the real culprit.

Quincy’s blood boiled with anger. She was just about to rush inside and confront them when Cora spoke again.

“Leonard, the RPC race is next month. I already signed you up without asking. This time, I want to be your navigator!”

Leonard hesitated only briefly before replying with a smile, “Okay.”

Quincy could no longer hear the rest of their conversation. The only thing echoing in her mind was something Leonard once told her.

“Quincy, from the moment I first saw you, I already knew the co-driver’s seat would always belong to you.”

It felt as though an invisible hand tightly gripped her heart, squeezing so hard that she could barely breathe. Tears continuously streamed down.

Leonard never noticed Quincy standing outside the door. He excitedly discussed the upcoming race with Cora, the two of them acting intimately like a couple.

Quincy did not remember how she left the place. When she finally realized where she was, she had already arrived back at the villa.

Inside the living room hung a massive wedding portrait. The two of them embraced each other closely, their eyes filled only with one another.

Her heart ached as if it were being sliced apart. She could no longer stand and fell to her knees on the floor, covering her face as bitter tears poured out.

She had once thought that after going through life and death together, they would remain together until they grew old.

But who could have imagined that the marriage she believed was full of happiness had only been Leonard’s compensation?

The loving life she treasured had apparently been nothing more than pain to him…

It felt as though a huge invisible hand gripped her heart tightly, making it hard for her to breathe.

Moments later, Quincy dried her tears and printed a divorce agreement.

If Leonard’s love had been built on lies and guilt, then she no longer wanted it.

Not long after, Quincy went to find Diana Barnes.

“Mom, I want a divorce. Please help me think of a way to get him to sign.”

Seeing the divorce agreement already signed by Quincy, Diana looked shocked.

“You finally figured things out.”

From the start, Diana had never thought highly of this marriage. She never wanted her son to spend his entire life living with guilt.

Now that Quincy wanted a divorce, it was exactly what Diana hoped for.

“Okay,” Diana replied. “I’ll make Leonard sign it as soon as I can. But he cares about you so much that he probably won’t agree to a divorce. I’ll need a proper excuse before I can fool him into signing.”

Quincy could not bear waiting any longer.

“Please hurry.”

After she returned to the villa, she somehow found herself walking toward the basement, almost as though she had been led there by an invisible force.

Seeing the dusty trophies, her eyes quickly turned red.

She thought about the first time they met.

Back then, she had only turned 18, while Leonard was 19.

They got lost in the desert, and the GPS signal disappeared, leaving them trapped in the empty area.

She said his driving was terrible, and he joked that her temper was too much.

As they kept arguing, he suddenly kissed her.

Beneath the starry sky, he cupped her face like it was the most valuable trophy.

“Quincy, after we finish RPC, finish Dakar, and drive across the whole world, I’ll marry you.”

She laughed and hit his shoulder, calling him crazy.

They really were crazy.

One was a gifted racer who won American rally races at only 20 years old, while the other was a navigator who could remember every road on every track even with her eyes shut.

In three years, they won twelve championship trophies and drove across half the world in racing cars.

Until the last race.

Quincy lowered her head and looked at the prosthetic leg on her right side, the titanium alloy joints giving off a cold shine under the lights.

During those five years, Leonard never made her feel that the leg was a burden.

Every day, Leonard helped Quincy with her rehabilitation exercises, told her interesting stories from the hospital, and stayed beside her while they watched recordings of racing competitions.

He said, “After you recover, we’ll go watch the RPC race in person.”

He said, “Even if we can’t race anymore, we can still watch others drive.”

He said, “Quincy, you are more important to me than racing.”

But now, every one of those words stabbed into Quincy’s heart like knives.

Leaning against the wall for support, she slowly crouched down and picked up the trophy from their very first championship.

After brushing away the dust, the engraved words on the base came into view.

[The championship belongs to Leonard. Leonard belongs to Quincy.]

On the day they won that award, Leonard had lifted her into his arms and spun her around, saying she was the only person qualified to sit beside him as his navigator.

He also promised that every trophy he won in this lifetime would belong to her.

It was because Quincy had given up her own racing career just to become Leonard’s navigator.

After that, they won countless championships, collecting so many trophies that they could barely carry them all.

Later on, they got into a crash on the race track.

Right before the racing car flew off the track, Quincy rushed toward Leonard without thinking and shielded him with her body.

During those five years, she never regretted that choice.

She even felt lucky that she was the one who became disabled.

But the man she nearly gave her life to save regretted leaving racing because of her.

He even lied to her about the person who caused the sudden death.

Tears covered her eyes, and Quincy finally cried out loud.

Then, footsteps sounded from behind her.

Quincy turned back and saw Leonard standing under the faint yellow light, tiredness showing on his face.

When he noticed the trophy in her hand, his face changed a little. “Why are you here?”

Before she could answer, he spoke again. “Quincy, RPC has a race next month. I already signed up.”

Quincy stared at him without blinking, suddenly feeling like he was a stranger.

Leonard’s heart started beating faster as he walked toward her.

He reached out and held her face, just like that night under the stars years ago.

“Quincy, I really want to race. Let me go, okay?”

The two identical faces overlapped inside her mind.

Quincy felt like a blunt knife was slowly stabbing through her chest, and even breathing made her lungs ache.

She pulled at the corners of her lips and forced out a smile. “Okay, then.”

Leonard’s eyes lit up with happiness, his eyes shifting slightly. “Your leg still hasn’t recovered well, so for this race, I plan to let Cora go with me.”

“Don’t think too much. There’s nothing between her and me. She doesn’t chase after me anymore like before, and she’s also become a very good navigator...”

“No misunderstanding.” Quincy stopped him. “Who you choose as your navigator is your own decision. I only want to ask you one thing. That accident five years ago, was it truly an accident?”

Leonard obviously didn’t think she would suddenly ask about it. His expression became a little strange before quickly returning to normal.

“Sorry, Quincy. It was my bad judgment. I didn’t brake at the final braking point. If not, you wouldn’t have gone through so much.”

“Heh.” Quincy laughed sarcastically. “Leonard, you really should be an actor. Those acting skills of yours...”

Before she finished talking, Leonard’s phone rang. It was Cora calling.

Sounding apologetic, he said, “Cora is probably calling to discuss the race. I’ll go deal with it first. We’ll talk again later.”

As she watched Leonard quickly walk away, Quincy’s breathing became heavy, her nails pressing deeply into her palms.

She truly had been stupid for failing to notice that the man beside her had already changed his feelings.

She could handle not being loved, but she couldn’t stand lies.

She wanted Leonard and Cora to pay the price for the accident five years ago.

At that thought, Quincy pulled out her phone and called a private detective, asking the other side to look into Cora.

Then she contacted the manager she had turned down again and again before.

“Pass the message to your boss. I’m agreeing to sign the contract as a racing driver.”

Quincy had once been a talented racing driver, only stopping so she could become Leonard’s navigator.

The manager quickly replied: [That’s amazing, Miss Coleman. I’ll inform the boss immediately. He’ll surely be very pleased!]

Not long later, a person using the nickname “Rocco” sent a friend request.

Once Quincy accepted it, the other person introduced himself: [Centaurus investor, Rocco Dixon.]

Quincy became slightly stunned. Rocco, the underground young master feared by everyone in Phoenix?

So, he was the real boss behind Centaurus.

After accepting the request, Quincy went straight to the topic: [I want to enter next month’s RPC.]

The registration had already ended, but Rocco obviously had his own methods.

Sure enough, the other side quickly sent a reply: [As you wish. I’ll arrange a coach and navigator for you as fast as possible.]

[Thank you.] Quincy answered.

That night, Leonard returned home after midnight.

Seeing Quincy still awake, he took a diamond necklace from his pocket. “I especially bought this for you. Try it on.”

Quincy quietly pushed his hand away. “Just leave it there.”

Leonard paused for a moment. “Are you upset because I chose Cora as my navigator?”

Quincy looked straight at him. “If I am, will you change your decision?”

“...Quincy.” Leonard sounded helpless. “It’s only one race. The person I love is you, and that’ll never change.”

“Right, back in the basement, what were you trying to say earlier?”

Quincy’s nose stung, and her throat tightened. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

Leonard wanted to say something, but held it back. In the end, he stayed silent, stood up, and walked into the bathroom.

Suddenly, the phone Leonard left beside the bed vibrated once.

[Tired today, right? Rest early, oh, see you tomorrow!]

It was Cora.

So, Leonard wasn’t working overtime at the hospital. He had been staying with Cora until now.

That meant the necklace, just like their marriage, was only compensation.

Quincy’s nose painfully stung, her heart full of mixed emotions.

After Leonard finished showering, he hugged Quincy from behind like usual, getting ready to sleep.

Just as Quincy was about to push him away, the phone vibrated again.

Leonard glanced at it once and immediately let her go to grab the phone.

The way he seriously replied to the messages looked exactly like back then when he proposed to her.

Quincy bit her lips hard, stopping her tears from falling.

Those sweet memories replayed in her mind one after another like moving pictures, and she stayed awake the entire night.

Early the next morning, Cora arrived, her voice full of obvious pride and provocation. “I came to bring Leonard’s racing clothes. I didn’t disturb you, right?”

Quincy kept her head lowered while cutting the green plants, emotions swirling in her eyes. She only softly answered with an “hmm.”

Seeing her so calm made Cora feel like she had punched empty cotton.

She expected Quincy to cry miserably and kneel in front of her, begging her to return Leonard.

But Quincy showed almost no reaction at all.

Cora angrily clenched her teeth and spoke louder. “Leonard already agreed to join the RPC race with me. This time, I’m the navigator beside him!”

“Quincy, do you even know how long I waited for today?”

Only then did Quincy raise her eyes toward her, both eyes red.

If this had happened before, Quincy would’ve already exploded in anger and slapped Cora hard.

But now, her lips only trembled slightly as she coldly said, “Are you done talking? If you are, then leave.”

“What are you so proud of?” Cora mocked. “Do you really think he loved you during these five years? He only stayed because he felt guilty.”

She bent down beside Quincy’s ear, her voice very soft, but every word clear. “But his guilt is already gone. From now on, I’ll sit beside him in the co-driver seat and stay with him through every race track.”

Quincy tightly clenched her hands and told the servant to send the guest out.

Cora coldly laughed. “A cripple like you, let’s see how long you can still stay proud. The spot of Mrs. Barnes will belong to me sooner or later!”

Right before leaving, Cora picked up a vase and smashed it toward the wedding picture on the wall.

The glass shattered at once, the cracks cutting through the embracing couple in the center.

Cora smiled smugly, waiting to see Quincy lose control.

But Quincy only gave it one glance, then looked away and told the nanny who hurried over after hearing the sound, “Remove the photo and throw it out.”

The nanny froze for a second. “Ma’am, that’s the wedding photo...”

“Throw it away,” Quincy said again, her tone calm, like she was speaking about today’s weather.

That kind of calm made Cora more uneasy than any breakdown.

She gritted her teeth and left in her clicking high heels.

Quincy opened her clenched hands and leaned weakly against the chair, her whole body drained.

The cracked wedding photo felt like a knife cutting into her heart, hurting until she couldn’t breathe.

Some things, once broken, could only be thrown out.

Whether it was the wedding photo or this marriage that was already beyond repair.

Quincy didn’t know how long had passed before she finally came back to herself.

To make the race safe and sure, she created a strict rehabilitation plan.

The rehabilitation therapist couldn’t help advising her, “Mrs. Barnes, don’t push too hard. Take it step by step.”

Quincy gave no answer and calmly said, “From now on, please call me ‘Miss Coleman.’”

From the second she found out the truth, she stopped being “Mrs. Barnes.”

Soon after, a friend sent screenshots from Cora’s Instagram account.

Leonard and Cora sat close together in the race car, smiling toward the camera.

Caption: [I finally get to stay beside you openly and properly.]

Openly and properly.

A light pain suddenly pressed against Quincy’s chest, like small needles stabbing her.

Before the divorce was even done, Cora already hurried to announce it to everyone.

Friend: [Quincy, what happened? Why is Leonard together with Cora?]

Quincy explained the truth to her. Right when she planned to close WhatsApp, Diana’s icon suddenly appeared.

[Leonard has already signed. The divorce will officially be finalized in one month. I hope you remember your promise.]

Don’t worry, I won’t regret it, Quincy quietly told herself.

That young man who kissed her under the desert stars, that person who once said the passenger seat would always belong to her, that husband who stayed beside her through five dark years, had already become someone she couldn’t recognize anymore.

She only regretted falling for him in the first place.

That night, the second Leonard walked through the door, he noticed the wedding picture was missing.

He frowned, sounding slightly annoyed. “Cora’s only riding with me during the race. Do you really need to get this upset?”

Quincy only gave a bitter smile and stayed silent.

Seeing that, Leonard became even more irritated. “Quincy, I stayed with you for five whole years. Do you even know how I lived through those years? Now I only want to keep racing. Why can’t you understand me?”

Quincy became so angry that she laughed instead. “Then what about my five years? That car crash almost killed me!”

A broken leg, a ruined face, it almost completely ruined her life.

One graft surgery followed another, and one scar healed after another, hurting her until life felt more painful than death.

Cora was the person most responsible, while Leonard became her partner in it all.

Quincy’s stare was too cold, almost like she could uncover every hidden thing, making Leonard unable to answer.

No, he covered everything perfectly. She couldn’t possibly know the truth.

“Quincy.” He spoke with a rough voice. “No matter what happens, I won’t abandon you.”

Quincy only answered with a cold laugh.

The man she once used her life to protect was someone she could never trust anymore.

For the next half month, Leonard kept leaving early and coming home late, barely speaking to Quincy at all.

Sometimes her friend took screenshots of Cora’s Instagram and sent them to Quincy. Besides staying with Leonard during driving practice, they also ate together, watched movies together, and went shopping together.

Quincy’s heart slowly became calm, and she focused on recovering well.

That day, she went to the hospital for another checkup, and the doctor unexpectedly told her she had healed very well and could race again now.

Quincy became very excited and quickly contacted Rocco, agreeing to visit the training track tomorrow.

Just when she was about to drive off, two men stopped her.

One of the tattooed men was someone she knew, Russell Duncan, Leonard’s former rival.

Whenever Leonard entered a race, he was always stuck in second place.

Quincy’s chest suddenly felt tight, and she had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, after Russell noticed she was alone, he smiled coldly. “Hey, Mrs. Barnes, why are you by yourself? Didn’t your knight come with you?”

The bald man beside Russell spoke next. “Leonard is busy practicing driving. How could he have time for her?”

Quincy carefully stared at them and secretly moved her hand toward the phone in her bag.

Before she could react, Russell suddenly kicked her prosthetic leg, making her fall to the floor.