Chapter 1
After my divorce with Jax, everyone thought I’d be a total cling–on. After all, in their eyes, I was just the poor sap he’d dumped.
He was at the peak of his career, fresh off winning the Formula One World Championship, when he rushed to announce our marriage. After the wedding, he transitioned successfully, his commercial
value skyrocketed, and I just became a shadow under his spotlight. People would always bring me
up with a hint of disdain: “What did she do to deserve this? She’s so lucky.”
It was me who filed for divorce. I was done being an accessory on his road to success.
But it was also what he’d been waiting for.
Vivienne, the spokesperson for his new racing team’s sponsor, was seen in his team gear, with his
custom phone case, getting cozy with him in the paddock, and rumors flew thick and fast.
Meanwhile, like an idiot, I was still flipping through the calendar, waiting for him to come home,
only to be hung up on with his excuses about pre–race training.
Our marriage had been a farce for a long time.
Until one time, I ran into Vivienne in first class. She was all bubbly and smiles, greeting me like we
were besties.
“You know what?” she whispered in my ear, her tone all smug, “I’m flying on his card.”
She was doing it on purpose, trying to push me to ask for a divorce.
And I obliged. I moved out in half an hour. I didn’t want any of his dirty seconds and definitely didn’t
want to waste any more time in a rotting relationship. Thank god we didn’t have kids.
Jax leaned against the doorframe, watching me pack. His reaction was still cold. All he asked was, “Do you need anything else?”
“Your phone,” I said without turning around.
He paused, then handed it over. I looked at the screen. The contact number that was once my
familiar pinned favorite had been replaced by someone else. Now, all that was left was a cold “Do
Not Disturb” mode.
We agreed to a divorce. He gave me all the money he’d made over the years, just begging me to let him go. He said he was really in love with Vivienne and that they were “true love.”
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I signed a non–disclosure agreement, and the day I left, I thought that was it. I’d never have anything to do with him again.
Until a month later when he called me again.
“We’re meeting,” he said, his voice brooking no argument.
“We can’t let the sponsor find out about your affair,” he said bluntly, showing zero regard for my feelings.
I arrived early at the agreed coffee shop. In the lounge, I heard Jax’s manager trying to talk sense
into him.
“You’re still a hotshot F1 driver after the divorce. She, on the other hand, is just an average person waiting to be laughed at,” the manager said, his voice dripping with disdain.
“She’s obviously hung up on you, so lead her on a bit, dangle the idea of a divorce reality show. Make her think she’s got a chance, get her to do anything for you. When it airs, we’ll edit it so she’s the one who looks crazy, and you’ll be the heartbroken hero. It’s a win–win with the sponsors!”
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“Are you even listening?” the manager nudged his arm.
Jax had his legs stretched out on the low table, idly playing a racing game, giving a casual “Uh–huh”
as a response.
“Trust me, if you just snap your fingers, she’ll come running with her tail wagging like a puppy, so grateful,” the manager continued, his tone dripping with mockery towards me.
In the meeting room, Jax was just toying with his phone, seemingly not caring about anything.
After I came in, he just said a few brief things, and the conversation ended.
I agreed to do the reality show for one simple reason.
“I’ll do the reality show,” I said.
He stared at me, a touch of mockery in his eyes. “Are you really that… obsessed with me?”
He was so self–assured, always thinking I couldn’t live without him.
I lowered my gaze, hiding the emotions that were swirling beneath.
“Yes,” I said, a touch of bitterness in my voice. “Jax, is there any chance for us?”
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His eyes were cold as he turned away, simply murmuring, “We’ll see.”
“But,” he added, “the script for this reality show isn’t exactly what you think it is.”
This “divorce” reality show was less about “divorce” and more like an “Ex Effect” challenge.
The show would pair us with other ex–couples facing the same choice. In the show, we would do a “partner swap” where he would live with Vivienne, and I would be paired with Vivienne’s husband, Caspian, the former F1 legend.
“It’s the ultimate test to decide whether you get married again or totally break up for good,” the show’s producer had said at the time.
This reality show would air mid–season, not only to promote him and Vivienne as a couple but to also create buzz and draw in more attention.
And Caspian, the guy who won the F1 world championship at just 19, then retired at his peak due to injury. He’s actually married to Vivienne, making this whole charade even more ironic.
Rumor had it, Vivienne and him were living apart after getting married, and her unrequited love for Caspian was even an open secret in celebrity circles.
