Noah Lloyd has long since gotten sick of me—we dated for three years and have been married for another three.

He uses divorce to threaten me. He wants me to give up the racing championship title I risked my life to win to please his new lover.

He's caught off guard when I sign the divorce papers without hesitation and kick him to the curb.

Later, he comes to me with a bouquet and the ring I've discarded. He also rents massive billboards to beg me to remarry him.

Asher Princeton has someone turn off all the billboards. Then, he wraps an arm around my waist and whisks me away.

"Haven't you asked around about me? How dare you propose to my wife?"

I got into an accident while making my final round around the circuit at the qualifying.

I'd driven nearly 200 miles per hour into the wall, causing me to break my leg. Luckily, I had been hospitalized in time and shied away from death's door.

In addition to that, I'd still managed to bag third place as well.

Even though I lay in bed at the hospital with my leg in a cast, I was still waiting eagerly to share this news with Noah Llyod. I wanted to tell him that I'd managed to bring pride to his racing club again.

However, I saw him hugging Quincy Addams instead, happily celebrating and welcoming her into the club as the newest racer who had just won third place at the qualifying race. It was trending all over social media.

I had nearly traded my life for that honor and that medal, but Quincy was now holding them in her hands without even needing to step foot into a racecar.

I waited for days. Noah still never showed up at the hospital even after I'd recovered for days and finally got discharged after having my cast removed.

After getting discharged, my best friend, Ingrid Fulton, brought me back to the racing club.

I could hear loud laughter coming from Noah's private room ahead.

"Hey, Noah! I can't believe that Lexy would agree to let you switch out her name in the qualifying to Quincy's so that she'd get the medal instead!"

Noah leisurely lifted the wineglass from the table and sipped from it. "She has no reason to disagree with me. She's never dared to go against what I say. She's even more obedient than a lapdog!"

His friends started laughing loudly with him.

"That's true. Everyone in Jadeville knows that Lexy would do anything to continue being your wife. She just wants that title anyway!"

Noah then dipped his head to look at the woman in his arms and leaned down to kiss her. He wanted to feed Quincy the wine he'd just sipped.

Quincy turned red and pushed him away playfully. "Eww, stop that!"

She then hammered her fists weakly against Noah's shoulder and tried avoiding his lips. "Mr. Lloyd, please!"

In the end, Noah still fed Quincy the wine through their mouths. Quincy then turned even redder and pouted. "You're such a bad person, Mr. Lloyd! You've made me drunk. I can't go back now…"

Noah then kissed her on the cheek. "What were you planning to do when we got home anyway, hmm? We could just do it together…"

I stood outside the door, staring at Noah's face—the face I once loved so deeply—my fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

I felt like the biggest joke in history.

Someone suddenly quipped, "But didn't Lexy Jameson get hurt during the final round? She broke her leg getting third place. Didn't you go visit her at the hospital?"

Noah didn't seem like he cared as he answered nonchalantly, "What for? She just broke a leg. It's not like she'd die from it."

I wouldn't die from it, but I didn't want to continue living like this anymore either.

I pushed the door open and went in.

The room immediately went dead quiet.

I went over to Noah, picked up his glass of wine, and splashed it onto his face.

Noah wiped the wine off his face and turned black instantly. "Lexy Jameson! This is not the time and place to be making a fuss!"

Quincy immediately pulled away from Noah's arms and tried to dab away the wine on his face too. She then spoke in a passive-aggressive tone, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lloyd. It's my fault for making Lexy misunderstand us. I'm sure she will make an even bigger fuss at home later…"

I didn't hold back and splashed her with another glass of wine.

Noah was mad. He threw a document onto the table.

"I thought you said you broke your leg. You were just trying to get my pity, weren't you? I see that you're walking around and still have the energy to cause trouble for everyone. You have two choices, Lexy Jameson. Sign this or apologize to Quincy!"

What a joke. Noah actually brought a divorce agreement with him wherever he went.

I took it from the table and flipped through it.

It just stated all the general divorce terms and mentioned in the end that if I were to divorce him, I wouldn't get a single penny to my name nor have the rights to any of his assets.

Noah leaned back against the couch lazily, a hint of a mocking smile on his lips.

He seemed so sure that I would immediately throw the divorce agreement away and beg him to let me stay by his side by apologizing to Quincy. He thought I'd be a pushover as usual.

Well, over my dead body.

I was sick and tired of living like this. I'd wasted them all on an animal like him and still never managed to rein him in. I was just going to pretend that the past six years never existed.

I grabbed a pen and signed the agreement with a flourish.

"Fine. Since everyone else is here, they can be my witness too. We'll go to the courthouse tomorrow to finalize the divorce. You better show up."

Meanwhile, Noah stared at my signature on the document, never thinking for a moment that I would actually sign it.

After being dazed for a long while, he suddenly flew into a terrible rage, his teeth clenched as he spat out, "Fine! We'll get the divorce! Don't you dare go back on your words!"

After coming out of the private room, Ingrid gave me two thumbs up and asked me, "Are you certain about it this time, Lexy?"

I stood at the entrance to the club and looked at Noah's car parked right next to Quincy's bright red, limited-edition sports car, which he had so generously bought for her. For some reason, the cars looked like they belonged together and relied on each other.

Noah had always been brazen when pursuing women. Back in the days when he'd been pursuing me, he kept buying me flowers and treating me to dinner every day.

He would keep appearing before my eyes as if wanting the whole world to know that he'd managed to win me over simply by making his presence known to me as often as he could.

We dated for three years and had been married for the next three years. He must have grown bored with me then and started treating me coldly since.

He told me that he didn't like wilful and headstrong women like me.

However, he knew from the start that I was the racing club's manager and the best female racer. I handled more than half of the club's administrative work in my position.

Noah had been getting even more out of hand for the last two years. He would always bring home random women every other day.

I couldn't bear it any longer and fought with him. Every time we fought, however, he would then threaten me with divorce.

In the past, I would always cave in first and apologize. I hadn't wanted to leave him. And he knew that I'd never want to divorce him, so he just got even worse. Now, he didn't even bother hiding his flings from me. He'd make sure that I knew he was pursuing other women under my nose.

He'd gift them flowers, luxury bags, and even sports cars.

Bastard. Those were all our marital assets! I couldn't let him get away with it any longer.

I took my spare key and got into Noah's car. Then, after calculating the angle and the force needed, I used my actions to give Ingrid the answer to her question.

Crash!

I rammed Noah's car into Quincy's brand-new sports car and shoved it right into the wall. That car was as good as gone.

Then, I threw the spare key to the ground, got out of the car, and left.

The sun was bright and piercing. Its rays shone mercilessly on the broken pieces of our marriage, which I had tried to mend and uphold for years.

That night, I received a video from Ingrid. In the video, Quincy was crying hard as she draped herself over Noah's lap.

"My car… How did my car end up like this?"

Noah was standing on the balcony, smoking with a frustrated look on his face. It looked like he'd already seen the security footage of what happened.

"She's gone overboard… Mr. Lloyd, I'm not sad about the car… But it's a gift that you just got me three days ago… Let's call the police…"

Someone piped up softly, "I don't think calling the police would help. Lexy is Mr. Lloyd's wife, so whatever is his is also hers. The police can't do anything if she crashed into her own car…"

Someone else tutted and said, "Lexy sure is a brazen one."

Noah snuffed out his cigarette forcefully. "Brilliant, just brilliant! I'm definitely going to the courthouse tomorrow for the divorce!"

…

I turned off the video and started organizing all the documents needed for the divorce.

The next day, I arrived at the courthouse bright and early.

Surprisingly, I sighed in relief when I saw Noah coming out of a cab at the courthouse.

"Lexy, I'm giving you one last chance…"

I stood there and looked at him with a fake smile. "One last chance, by giving my third place and medal to Quincy, apologizing to her, and buying her another limited edition sports car?"

Noah's face remained grim. "Quincy is a good person. I won't let her suffer like this!"

"If that's the case, how could you bear to keep her as your mistress? Why don't you just give her a proper title instead? I'll help you."

I burst into laughter and headed into the courthouse.

Noah followed suit, his face as black as thunder, practically throwing all his documents down on the table.

The employee at the counter saw our hostile attitude toward each other and didn't bother asking for any more details. A few minutes later, we finally got our copies of the divorce certificate.

It happened so quickly that Noah seemed as if he still hadn't managed to wrap his head around it yet.

He gripped the certificate so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"If this is some ploy of yours to try and grab my attention on purpose, let me tell you that it's not working! I'm going to see how you're planning to turn this around after making such a huge fuss about it!"

To him, breaking my leg and staying at the hospital for a whole month had just been a ploy to grab his attention. And divorcing him was just another underhanded way of mine to create a huge fuss about everything.

I had no idea how Noah and I ended up like this. However, I had made up my mind, and I wasn't going to look back this time.

I threw the wedding ring I took off my finger last night at him and stormed off.

I sat in the car and looked at my leg, which had just had its cast removed just a while ago. Suddenly, I felt sorry for myself.

If Noah hadn't persuaded me to participate in the qualifying race, citing its importance for the club's reputation, I would never have thought of entering it. The reason was that I had just been sick days before. I had had a massive headache and had taken painkillers to ease the pain.

Races like qualifyings put a huge strain on the racers' mental and physical strength. They were quite dangerous, so accidents often happened.

However, the medal I'd fought so hard to win turned out to only be a tactic for Noah to placate his latest lover with.

I took a photo of my divorce license and sent it to Ingrid. She immediately asked us to meet up by the lakeside.

It wasn't until I reached the place that I realized she'd brought along plenty of her other racing friends to have a bike race.

The huge motorway next to the lakeside was very seldom used by the public, and one end of it was currently lined up with huge, expensive superbikes. There were many young men and women there, chatting and joking with each other.

I stopped in my tracks and said, "I haven't fully recovered yet…"

"Nobody's asking you to drive. There are plenty of guys here for that!"

I only learned then that the rules of the race were simple—each guy had to choose a female partner to race.

A few pairs were already couples with each other, so they naturally planned to race together. There weren't many single men left in the line.

Ingrid then pulled me to the side and said in a hushed tone, "What do you think of Asher Princeton? He usually doesn't come even when invited. You're lucky today!"

A towering man in a racing suit was standing at the barricade with his back toward me. He was half-leaning against the barricade as the sun shone on his back. He gave off a clean yet ethereal feeling to anyone looking at him.

Slowly, he turned around to face us. I realized in glee that he looked exactly my type.

Ingrid then pushed me toward him. "Hey, Asher! Bring Lexy with you!"

Asher smiled as he gave me the once-over. His eyes were clear, and his voice was deep and soothing.

"Okay."

Ingrid then winked at me and said, "Don't let this chance slip by!"

Asher brought out a pink helmet and made sure to check it thoroughly before helping me put it on. He even pulled on the safety clasp to ensure that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Are you scared?"

It suddenly dawned on me that Noah had never treated me so gently ever since we got together, even if I had still raced in countless other races after that. He would only stand at the podium far from the top as he mingled with other club owners and elites.

He never once cared if my gear or equipment was safe or faulty, and he never personally checked anything. He was only ever concerned about my results and how much glory or benefit they would bring to his club.

I felt a sudden rush of emotions at Asher's question.

I shook my head and said, "Actually, I'm a professional racer. I just don't ride bikes that often."

Asher seemed surprised. He then replied lightly, "That's great! We can go full speed then. Hang on tightly to me!"

I knew just how fast these superbikes could go, so I hugged him as tightly as I could.

Asher started up his bike, and the engine roared to life. I could feel Asher's extremely muscular waist beneath his racing suit. His muscles were as hard as steel, and I could even feel each pec individually through the suit.

His racing skills were quite a contrast to how he looked—he was the aggressive type as he sped down the trail, quickly throwing the rest of his opponents behind him.

I had always been the one driving before this. This was actually the first time I'd been a passenger princess.

The wind screeched past my ears, and Asher's woody scent also invaded my senses gently yet assertively.

Asher chuckled. "Relax. You're too tight…"

I only realized then that I was clinging so tightly to him with my arms that he was probably having a hard time catching his breath.

I knew what he was trying to say, but I couldn't help my mind going straight into the gutter when I heard his ambiguous words. I got so embarrassed that I quickly loosened up my grip on him.

There was a sudden swerve up ahead, and I suddenly found my face smushed up against his back. Our positions got a little intimate. There were just two layers of thin clothing between us, and I was pretty sure that he must have realized my face was burning as if pressed against him.

As expected, we placed first in the race.

The prize turned out to be a dozen packs of beer.

I cracked open a can and raised it toward Asher to celebrate our win.

Racers rarely ever drank. I was particularly bad at holding my alcohol, but since I was a free bird now, I threw my head back and gulped the rest of the contents down.

Things happened right after that.

I felt so dizzy that I stumbled backward, and Asher had to catch me.

Ingrid then exclaimed, "Oh no! Lexy's terrible with alcohol. Can you please bring her back for me, Asher?"

I cocked my head to the side and stared up at him, who was also looking down at me. His eyes were gentle yet entirely focused on me.

"Alright."

His voice sounded heavenly. I could feel my insides melting into a puddle.

Noah used to tell me that I was very unladylike in my behavior. He kept saying that I was only a pretty face who would scare any other men away as soon as I opened my mouth.

For the past few years, I kept burying myself in work, trying to prove that I was worthy. However, the only thing I got in return was Noah's betrayal, time and time again, as he brought home different women who were more "ladylike" than me and showed them off.

It felt like a hundred years had passed since anyone had looked at me so tenderly as if I were the main focus of their attention.

When I finally got down from the bike, I swung my arms around his neck and found myself getting up on my tippy toes to kiss him on the chin.