Champion Husband, Divorced Wife

On my 18th birthday, my biological father sold me into an illegal underground racing circuit to pay off his debt.

Ethan Carter agreed to their race challenge to keep me alive.

After the race, he stood there in a daze, his hands trembling.

But he still pulled me tightly into his arms.

“Sophia, don’t be afraid.”

“From now on, you’re free.”

From that day on, Ethan and I drifted from place to place.

We were always hungry, barely clothed against the cold.

Watching me grow thinner and weaker, Ethan gritted his teeth and joined a professional racing team.

Within six months, he became a star driver, basking in glory.

To ease my worries, Ethan publicly announced to the world that I was his wife.

But after we married, when I went to visit him at the track, I saw a strange girl wearing my racing suit, sitting in the passenger seat that belonged only to me.

I yanked the girl out, stripped her down, and threw her onto the street.

Ethan wrapped a blanket around her and said coldly:

“She’s not like you. She’s clean.”

I let out a bitter laugh, then set fire to the very race car he had bought when proposing to me.

“It disgusts me. The car, and you.”

I threw the divorce agreement at him.

“Sign it.”

Ethan’s face darkened, his cold eyes fixed on me.

“Sophia, stop making a scene.”

I ignored him and said stubbornly:

“I said sign it.”

“Otherwise, burning the car will be the least of what I do.”

Ethan was about to reply when the team manager called him over.

In the past, Ethan would never have left without first coaxing me.

But this time, he left in a hurry, leaving behind only:

“We’ll talk about it when we get home.”

The empty practice track was soon filled only with employees putting out the fire—

and Olivia Lane, staring back at me.

After Ethan left, the timid look on Olivia’s face turned mocking.

“You just now figured out my relationship with Ethan? You’re pretty slow.”

She opened her phone, shoving her social media feed in my face.

“Let me tell you the truth—Ethan hasn’t loved you for a long time!”

“All those days he didn’t come home? He was with me.”

Post after post, from spring to winter—

they had spent almost every day together for a year.

All the things Ethan had once promised me but never did,

Olivia had enjoyed them all.

Compared to Ethan and me, they looked more like a “married couple.”

A pair of shameless adulterers!

Furious, I slapped Olivia across the face.

“You really feel proud of being a homewrecker?”

Olivia was stunned, tears filling her eyes instantly.

She looked like a fragile white flower battered by a storm, about to break.

“Sophia!”

Ethan rushed over, protectively pulling Olivia behind him.

I stood silently, staring at Ethan, my eyes never leaving him.

Tears welled up but I clenched my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palm—

the pain reminding me not to cry.

Ethan saw my defiance and sighed.

He slowly stepped closer, but his tone was no longer gentle—there was distance in it:

“I promise you, I’ll keep my distance from Olivia.”

“She won’t show up in front of you again, okay?”

I bit my lip, forcing back my tears.

But Ethan didn’t even notice—he was too busy signaling to Olivia.

She took a step forward, trying to get closer to Ethan,

but his look forced her to back off, clutching her blanket as she left reluctantly.