After the Divorce My Husband Regrets Deeply

“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?”