I Stopped Loving Him and Became a Racing Champion

I used to think love was enough to heal my broken life. After the car accident that killed my parents, racing became my greatest fear. Then I met him. For years, I stayed beside him while he slowly chose another woman over me again and again—a female racing partner he insisted was “just a friend.” So I left everything behind and flew overseas to heal. And somewhere between therapy sessions and racetracks, I stopped being the woman waiting for him to choose me. I became someone far greater instead.