After the Divorce My Husband Regrets Deeply

On our seventh wedding anniversary, Alan Begum and I had a heated argument because of my decision to choose not to have children, and it ended on a sour note.

Later, I saw a post on social media from his childhood friend, Danna Ahmed. "From the moment you entered the racing circuit to now being famous, I've always been by your side, and only I have been by your side."

She also posted a photo of her with Alan and other teammates.

The teammates had teasing expressions as they looked at them, while Alan and Danna exchanged smiles, appearing like a couple.

Yet in these seven years, he never allowed me to visit his racing events or meet his teammates.

Whenever I asked, he would gently and patiently reassure me. "There are high-speed races on the track. It's too dangerous. You're my dearest, and I'd be heartbroken if you got hurt."

But when I pressed further, his gentle demeanor often turned into impatience.

We had been married for seven years, and it turned out that the most important person in his heart had been his childhood sweetheart, Danna.

Without any drama, I calmly took off my ring, composed a message, and sent it to him. "Alan, let's get a divorce."

Then I slipped on the black gloves that had been preserved in the glass cabinet for many years.

Since when did high-speed racing become dangerous?

1

I called Austin Ford and informed him of my decision to return to the team.

Austin's voice was full of excitement. "When you were forced to leave, and all information about you was sealed, there was no news for seven years. I thought you wouldn't come back."

I chuckled softly, "I couldn't bear to leave you guys, so I had to return."

Austin feigned annoyance and teased me a bit. "But the paperwork for your return will take at least a month. Enjoy your last month of leisure because when you come back, I'll make sure you work hard."

Despite being the boss of HC Racing Club, Austin never acted like one.

Unexpectedly, shortly after I sent the message to Alan, he came rushing back.

As soon as he entered, he started yelling at me. "Mia, what exactly are you fussing about? It's just a social media post, and you're being so petty? Danna had no parents since she was a child. We grew up together, so I have to protect her."

I retorted, "Is she your childhood friend or sweetheart?"

Alan seemed embarrassed and infuriated as if I had hit the nail on the head. "Mia, can you stop seeing things with bias? And I've agreed to your choice not to have children for seven years. It's time for us to have a child. Do you want to prevent our family from continuing?"

I couldn't even spare him a glance.

Seeing this, Alan softened his tone. "Mia, you know how much I love you. I just want to have a child with you. Danna is spoiled by me. I'll talk to her properly. Please don't be upset, okay?"

In the past, I might have softened, but after so many times, I wouldn't be soft-hearted anymore.

I pulled my hand from his grasp and said calmly, "Our love has long been worn out by you. As for the child, I'm not giving you one. Someone is willing to give birth to you."

Alan didn't expect me to be so firm, so he dropped the pretense completely. "Mia, stop being unreasonable!"

"Alan, do you even remember what day it is today?"

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, his phone rang. "Alan, my stomach hurts so much. Am I dying... Can you come to see me?"

The sweet and familiar voice was none other than Danna.

Alan frowned, his tone urgent. "Don't say silly things, Danna. Don't worry, I'll be right there."

After hanging up, Alan reprimanded me, "You better think about your actions."

The sound of the door slamming echoed, and I got up to pour myself a glass of red wine.

Danna was a big part of the reason why Alan and I ended up in such a bad situation today.

It was hard for Alan to pretend for seven years, and his true colors were finally revealed.

It was a relief that we didn't have children together. I treated this as a good thing.

I opened my phone and saw Danna's latest social media post.

In the photo, she was wearing an enormous diamond ring, and beside her, a man in a black suit was vaguely visible, paying the bill.

The familiar figure was none other than my husband, Alan.

The caption read, "I just mentioned a stomachache, and he took me to buy a diamond ring. I want to be spoiled like a princess forever."

Without a doubt, this social media post was made by Danna specifically for me to see.

Rather than feeling any turmoil, I found it somewhat amusing.

Danna delivered evidence to me, truly Alan's doting woman.

I took a screenshot to keep as evidence and sent it to my lawyer.

These assets were part of our joint marital assets, and half of what Danna spent was rightfully mine to reclaim.

I instructed my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement to hand to Alan when he returned.

Perhaps Alan had a rare pang of conscience, as he unexpectedly sent me a message. "Mia, I'll be home for dinner tonight. Make sure to have it ready."

That was Alan. Even after I had mentioned divorce, he could still act as if nothing had happened, taking me for granted as his servant.

Initially, my parents disapproved of my career choices and pressured me into marrying Alan.

To protect the career I had worked so hard to build, I had no choice but to return and marry him as ordered.

After marriage, Alan was busy participating in various races but never neglected me.

He lived up to expectations and became one of the best young racing drivers in the country.

People viewed him as the epitome of success, both in career and romance.

Until Danna appeared, and slowly, the narrative changed.

They said Alan's parents forced him to marry me, causing him to lose his true love. They claimed that during our seven years of marriage, Danna had been waiting for him.

Whenever someone said this, Danna would scold them, "Alan and Mia have a great relationship. Who are you to gossip and sow discord?"

Gradually, everyone said that Danna endured humiliation and silently endured everything for the sake of Alan and me.

Meanwhile, I, the original wife forced to abandon my career to marry Alan, became the third wheel obstructing their love.

I placed the divorce agreement on the table just as Alan arrived home. "Didn't I ask you to cook?"

I casually lit a cigarette and leaned back on the sofa. "I can't."

Alan frowned, his tone displeased. "I rarely have time to come home for dinner. As my wife, can't you even prepare a meal? And when did you start smoking?"

I slowly exhaled a smoke ring. "I don't know."

Alan's face turned red with anger. "Mia, are you holding a grudge and deliberately going against me?"

I sneered. "I'm not going against you. I want a divorce."

Alan's temples throbbed as he noticed the divorce agreement on the table. "How long are you going to keep this up?"

Even now, Alan thought I was just throwing a tantrum.

I flipped to the last page of the divorce agreement, showing him I had already signed it. "Sign it, and we'll both be happy."

Seeing my signature, Alan finally realized I wasn't joking. "Mia, it's all my fault. You can hit me or scold me, but how can you bear to leave me? Didn't you say you didn't want kids? Then we won't have any, okay? Don't act on impulse. Are you going to give up our seven-year relationship?"

As he spoke, Alan actually started crying.

Looking at his hypocritical appearance, I just feel disgusted. "Stop making me sick and just sign it."

Alan's eyes were red, his voice hoarse. "Mia, what will it take for you not to divorce me?"

I pondered for a moment and then gently suggested, "You know, I've never seen you race. Take me to your track."

Alan hesitated, so I considerately asked if he wanted to call Danna for her opinion.

To my surprise, Alan actually called her. "It's okay, Alan. If Mia wants to go, take her. You don't need my permission. Your teammates even said they wanted to meet her."

Where there was smoke, there was fire. Danna, who had kept me hidden for seven years, suddenly relented. There must be a trap waiting for me.

Alan sighed in relief, "See how understanding Danna is? You should also change your temper. It is not a good thing for a woman to be too dominant."

I shook my head disdainfully.

Was this their idea of being dominant?

I had a more dominant side.

Having Alan take me to the racetrack wasn't just about witnessing the prowess of this legendary, undefeated racing prodigy. I also wanted to see if, after seven years away, I could still handle the track on my own.

I slipped on the black gloves that had made me famous during the rainy Newbay race and donned the racing suit Alan had prepared for me.

I glanced in the mirror, not too shabby.

As I stepped out of the changing room, Alan and Danna were laughing and chatting with Alan's close friends.

Danna's eyes widened upon seeing me. "Mia, why are you wearing a racing suit?"

Her words drew everyone's attention to me.

"So, you can wear it, but I can't?"

Danna immediately wore a look of pretending to be hurt. "Mia, I didn't mean it that way. I didn't know what upset you..."

Alan stood protectively in front of Danna, frowning as he reprimanded me. "If there's something bothering you, talk to me. Why do you always target Danna?"

Feeling wronged, I responded quickly, "Honey, it's been seven years. This is my first time here meeting your friend, can't you show me some respect?"

Usually, I adopt a nonchalant attitude toward everything, so seeing me act coy caught Alan off guard. "Alright, let's just move past this, Mia. Come here."

I walked over to Alan, conveniently taking Danna's spot. "Let me introduce you all. This is my wife, Mia."

I greeted them, but they acted as if I was invisible.

Danna, who had been upset, now seemed quietly pleased.

Seeing their indifference, Danna quickly sat next to me. "Well, Mia, they're always like this. Don't mind them."

Suddenly, she let out a gasp. "Is this... could it be..."

Her one hand covered her mouth in disbelief while the other gripped my hand, raising it with such force that I couldn't lower it.

Everyone's gaze fell on the black gloves I wore. "Vera's gloves... impossible..."

"Vera retired seven years ago. How could you have her racing gloves?"

"They must be fake. Vera wouldn't be associated with a housewife. She probably hasn't even heard of Vera."

Alan's friends were talking about it, their words filled with skepticism about my possession of Vera's gloves.

Alan frowned at the situation. "Vera was a legendary figure in the racing world. During the Newbay rain race, seventeen-year-old Vera made a name for herself with the fastest lap, using just these gloves.

When she won the championship, she held the gloves to her heart, and Vera's name exploded into fame. But she retired seven years ago. How do you have her gloves?"

I widened my eyes innocently. "Wow, Vera was that impressive... Is it strange that I have her gloves?"

Danna, looking anxious, whispered to me, "Mia, you're not part of this circle. You don't understand how much Vera means to them. Seeing Vera's symbolic gloves on you, a housewife's hands... It's bound to upset them."

Though meant to be a whisper, her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Well? So, you're saying I don't deserve to be associated with Vera?"

Danna's eyes reddened slightly, embarrassed. "Mia, I didn't mean it like that..."

Alan slapped the table, his expression turning cold. "Mia, Danna was kindly reminding you, yet you bullied her. Do you think we're just going to sit by?"

"Exactly, Vera's not someone you can claim to be."

"No wonder Alan never brought her out in seven years. She's an embarrassment. If I were Alan, I wouldn't either."

"Alan, weren't you invited by Vera once? You know her best."

A hint of pride flashed in Alan's eyes. "Vera invited me several times, but I was too occupied to accept. Mia, Vera truly isn't someone you can associate with. These gloves must be fake."

Watching them speak with such righteous conviction, I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you have the guts to bet with me?"

"What to bet on?"

"Bet on whether I'm Vera. If you lose, we divorce, and you leave with nothing."