Champion Husband, Divorced WifeChapter 1

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.”