My Racer Chose Her So I Canceled Our Wedding Chapter 08
I Don’t Want Your Passenger Seat Anymore
His eyes locked on the arm around my shoulders.
“Who is he?”
Before I could answer, my client raised an eyebrow.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
I shot him a warning look.
He immediately lifted both hands.
“Alright, alright. We’re not together. I’m just trying to win her over.”
The man in front of us visibly relaxed.
As if that changed anything.
He stepped toward me and held out the roses.
“I know I was wrong.”
“Give me one chance to make it up to you.”
“I had the car cleaned and serviced. You always wanted to sit beside me, didn’t you?”
He glanced toward the passenger seat.
“From now on, that seat will only be yours.”
“And every time I win, you’ll be the person I invite.”
I looked at the roses.
Once, those words would have made me happier than anything.
Now they only reminded me how long I had begged for something he could have given me at any time.
“I don’t understand you.”
“You spent years choosing her over me. You wouldn’t even acknowledge our relationship publicly.”
I looked directly into his eyes.
“Then I finally left.”
“You got exactly what you wanted. So why are you here?”
“I didn’t want you to leave.”
“But you made sure I knew I came second.”
He shook his head immediately.
“No. I never loved her.”
“That doesn’t matter.”
He went silent.
I took the bouquet from him.
For one brief second, hope appeared in his eyes.
Then I dropped it into the trash can beside us.
“We were already over when you chose her for the passenger seat after promising me you wouldn’t.”
“When you remembered what she liked to eat but forgot I was allergic to lemon.”
“When you kissed her in front of me.”
“And when you slapped me because you believed her without even asking whether I was telling the truth.”
“I don’t want your passenger seat anymore.”
The words came easily.
He reached toward me.
“I kept our relationship private because I wanted to protect you. I swear I never—”
I stepped back before he could touch me.
“It doesn’t matter why you did it.”
“You did it.”
My client moved between us.
“She said it’s over.”
I turned and walked into my studio without looking back.
The Rally Championship later announced the official results of the investigation.
His former co-driver had tested positive for a banned substance and received a multi-year suspension.
I released the evidence showing how she had deliberately allowed the accusation against me to spread.
My name was cleared.
Then I stopped paying attention to either of them.
My studio grew faster than I had expected.
Within a year, I had more orders than my small team could handle.
Two years later, I opened additional studios.
By the third year, my designs were being commissioned internationally.
For years, I had built my life around someone else’s career.
Now I was finally building my own.
The man who had driven me home that night stayed around too.
He never asked me to abandon my work for him.
Never expected me to make myself smaller.
And, eventually, I chose him.
Years later, on our wedding day, I caught sight of a familiar figure standing quietly at the back of the venue.
For a moment, our eyes met.
Then I looked away.
The man beside me slipped the ring onto my finger.
I smiled.
Once, I had thought love meant waiting for someone to finally give me a place beside him.
I knew better now.
I didn’t need anyone’s passenger seat.
I had my own road.
And this time, I was the one choosing where it led.