Husband on Wheels: Outspeeding My Wife and Her Cyclist Junior

A rich scion of Jelthorne, Owen Waller, loves cycling. I am invited as a special guest competitor to take part in the cycling competition he organizes.

But at the starting point, I see my wife, Reyna Cleveland, who brings along her junior, Timothy Spence, to compete.

As soon as I walk over, she slaps me in front of everyone.

She fumes, "Are you really this paranoid? Do you have to follow me wherever I go? Do you even know how to cycle? Why come here and make a fool of yourself?"

I am just about to take out my invitation pass when Timothy lets out a derisive laugh.

I smile in response and propose, "Then why don't we compete?"

Timothy replies, "Sure. If I lose, I will jump into the lake and swim naked. But if you lose... You'll divorce Reyna!"

I nod calmly.

What they do not know is that I was once the most talented pro rider in the country.

"Hey, looks like we've got a big talker here."

"Wait, what? Loser gets a divorce? This is gonna be fun to watch."

"These two look a few years apart. After 25, your body starts giving out, you know."

The moment I spoke, the surrounding businessmen burst into laughter.

Most of them had hired athletes for this competition, with the least experienced being club members, all aiming for the top spot.

The entire venue was packed with talent. Even the amateurs had at least five years of cycling experience.

I didn't look like a pro at all, making me the perfect target for their mockery.

My wife, Reyna Cleveland, showed a hint of concern.

At first, I thought she was worried about me. I was about to step in and set things straight, but then Reyna spoke up sarcastically.

"Skyler, you should just back out. You don't mind embarrassing yourself, but Timothy and I do. After all, he's racing on behalf of me today."

I froze for a second, then understood her meaning.

This cycling race was hosted by Owen Waller, a rich heir in Jelthorne. The winner would get a chance to work with Waller Group.

That was why these businessmen were pulling out all the stops, hiring athletes from different teams and clubs.

Reyna was no different. She was here for her small company.

The way she said it made it clear she was worried I'd embarrass her, and she feared that if Timothy and I had a private match beforehand, it would drain too much of his energy.

With my own wife humiliating me so publicly in front of everyone, I forced a tug at the corners of my mouth and remained silent.

However, her junior, Timothy Spence, wasn't about to let it slide. He stepped forward, eyeing me up and down before letting out a chuckle.

"Skyler, if you want to race, go ahead. I don't mind. But I'm worried about you running out of energy."

With that, he turned to Reyna. "Don't worry, Reyna. He won't use up much of my strength. I'll be back after a quick rest."

He chuckled again. "Today, I'll show him the difference between an amateur and a pro."

The moment he finished speaking, some of the businessmen, eager for drama, offered to provide a bike.

Noticing the situation, Timothy began introducing himself. "Good morning, everyone. I'm Timothy Spence, the representative from Vastwave Corp.

"I've ridden between 2,000 and 3,000 miles and participated in numerous leagues, including the Tour de Faldoria and various cycling festivals. I've consistently achieved strong results, and my current level is at T1."

As I listened to his list of so-called achievements, I felt nothing.

Most of those events were open to amateurs. While I had the same accomplishments, I also held certificates and trophies from professional-level competitions.

I was virtually unknown simply because my family had insisted I retire.

However, to these businessmen, Timothy's words sounded incredibly professional.

The mocking gazes from the crowd intensified, and some even began to jeer, telling me to just jump straight into the water.