Driven to Betrayal, The Billionaire Racer's Revenge

After I helped my wife’s racing club win its very first championship, she promised she would finally announce our marriage to the world.

Yet, the moment the awards were handed out, the newly hired backup driver dashed onto the stage, hoisting my trophy into the air.

He even wrapped an arm around my wife’s waist, waving intimately to the cheering crowd.

"I thought you said we’d wait another two years. Why the rush?"

My wife didn't push him away. Instead, she handed him a stock transfer agreement, declaring right then and there that he was the club’s newest shareholder.