Lets Divorce Husband

On our seventh wedding anniversary, Alan Begum and I had a heated argument because of my decision to choose not to have children, and it ended on a sour note.

Later, I saw a post on social media from his childhood friend, Danna Ahmed. "From the moment you entered the racing circuit to now being famous, I've always been by your side, and only I have been by your side."

She also posted a photo of her with Alan and other teammates.

The teammates had teasing expressions as they looked at them, while Alan and Danna exchanged smiles, appearing like a couple.

Yet in these seven years, he never allowed me to visit his racing events or meet his teammates.

Whenever I asked, he would gently and patiently reassure me. "There are high-speed races on the track. It's too dangerous. You're my dearest, and I'd be heartbroken if you got hurt."

But when I pressed further, his gentle demeanor often turned into impatience.

We had been married for seven years, and it turned out that the most important person in his heart had been his childhood sweetheart, Danna.

Without any drama, I calmly took off my ring, composed a message, and sent it to him. "Alan, let's get a divorce."

Then I slipped on the black gloves that had been preserved in the glass cabinet for many years.

Since when did high-speed racing become dangerous?

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I called Austin Ford and informed him of my decision to return to the team.

Austin's voice was full of excitement. "When you were forced to leave, and all information about you was sealed, there was no news for seven years. I thought you wouldn't come back."

I chuckled softly, "I couldn't bear to leave you guys, so I had to return."

Austin feigned annoyance and teased me a bit. "But the paperwork for your return will take at least a month. Enjoy your last month of leisure because when you come back, I'll make sure you work hard."

Despite being the boss of HC Racing Club, Austin never acted like one.

Unexpectedly, shortly after I sent the message to Alan, he came rushing back.