Abandoned for His First Love, Returned as Racing Champion

The nanny froze for a second. “Ma’am, that’s the wedding photo...”

“Throw it away,” Quincy said again, her tone calm, like she was speaking about today’s weather.

That kind of calm made Cora more uneasy than any breakdown.

She gritted her teeth and left in her clicking high heels.

Quincy opened her clenched hands and leaned weakly against the chair, her whole body drained.

The cracked wedding photo felt like a knife cutting into her heart, hurting until she couldn’t breathe.

Some things, once broken, could only be thrown out.

Whether it was the wedding photo or this marriage that was already beyond repair.

Quincy didn’t know how long had passed before she finally came back to herself.

To make the race safe and sure, she created a strict rehabilitation plan.

The rehabilitation therapist couldn’t help advising her, “Mrs. Barnes, don’t push too hard. Take it step by step.”

Quincy gave no answer and calmly said, “From now on, please call me ‘Miss Coleman.’”

From the second she found out the truth, she stopped being “Mrs. Barnes.”

Soon after, a friend sent screenshots from Cora’s Instagram account.

Leonard and Cora sat close together in the race car, smiling toward the camera.

Caption: [I finally get to stay beside you openly and properly.]

Openly and properly.

A light pain suddenly pressed against Quincy’s chest, like small needles stabbing her.

Before the divorce was even done, Cora already hurried to announce it to everyone.

Friend: [Quincy, what happened? Why is Leonard together with Cora?]

Quincy explained the truth to her. Right when she planned to close WhatsApp, Diana’s icon suddenly appeared.

[Leonard has already signed. The divorce will officially be finalized in one month. I hope you remember your promise.]

Don’t worry, I won’t regret it, Quincy quietly told herself.

That young man who kissed her under the desert stars, that person who once said the passenger seat would always belong to her, that husband who stayed beside her through five dark years, had already become someone she couldn’t recognize anymore.

She only regretted falling for him in the first place.

That night, the second Leonard walked through the door, he noticed the wedding picture was missing.

He frowned, sounding slightly annoyed. “Cora’s only riding with me during the race. Do you really need to get this upset?”

Quincy only gave a bitter smile and stayed silent.

Seeing that, Leonard became even more irritated. “Quincy, I stayed with you for five whole years. Do you even know how I lived through those years? Now I only want to keep racing. Why can’t you understand me?”

Quincy became so angry that she laughed instead. “Then what about my five years? That car crash almost killed me!”

A broken leg, a ruined face, it almost completely ruined her life.

One graft surgery followed another, and one scar healed after another, hurting her until life felt more painful than death.

Cora was the person most responsible, while Leonard became her partner in it all.

Quincy’s stare was too cold, almost like she could uncover every hidden thing, making Leonard unable to answer.

No, he covered everything perfectly. She couldn’t possibly know the truth.

“Quincy.” He spoke with a rough voice. “No matter what happens, I won’t abandon you.”

Quincy only answered with a cold laugh.

The man she once used her life to protect was someone she could never trust anymore.

For the next half month, Leonard kept leaving early and coming home late, barely speaking to Quincy at all.

Sometimes her friend took screenshots of Cora’s Instagram and sent them to Quincy. Besides staying with Leonard during driving practice, they also ate together, watched movies together, and went shopping together.

Quincy’s heart slowly became calm, and she focused on recovering well.

That day, she went to the hospital for another checkup, and the doctor unexpectedly told her she had healed very well and could race again now.

Quincy became very excited and quickly contacted Rocco, agreeing to visit the training track tomorrow.

Just when she was about to drive off, two men stopped her.

One of the tattooed men was someone she knew, Russell Duncan, Leonard’s former rival.

Whenever Leonard entered a race, he was always stuck in second place.

Quincy’s chest suddenly felt tight, and she had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, after Russell noticed she was alone, he smiled coldly. “Hey, Mrs. Barnes, why are you by yourself? Didn’t your knight come with you?”

The bald man beside Russell spoke next. “Leonard is busy practicing driving. How could he have time for her?”

Quincy carefully stared at them and secretly moved her hand toward the phone in her bag.

Before she could react, Russell suddenly kicked her prosthetic leg, making her fall to the floor.