My Fiancée Cut My Brakes

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My fiancée, Chelan, cut my brake lines just so my childhood friend, Noah Vance, could win the championship.
While I lay in a coma, she cleaned out my medical fund and ran off with him.
Just as I was about to lose all hope, my old college friend, Amelia, stepped in. She covered my bills and took care of me, nursing me back to health.
I was on my way to my comeback race when another car slammed into us. My parents died on impact. I was dragged back to the ICU.
The day I was discharged, I overheard Chelan’s father laying into her.
“If you didn’t want Andrew to race, you could have just told him! Why did you have to kill his parents?”
Chelan’s voice, once so beautiful to me, was now laced with venom. “I promised Noah that Andrew would never race again. I don’t break my promises. Besides, his parents ruined Noah’s family. It’s a life for a life.”
But that wasn’t true. Noah’s parents had taken their own lives after their business failed. It had nothing to do with my parents.
A single, bitter tear slid from the corner of my eye. Chelan could rest easy now. The doctors had told me my tendons were permanently damaged. I would never race again.
And as for Chelan… I was done with her, too.
…
Chelan’s words hit me like a physical blow. The world tilted, and I staggered, grabbing the wall for support. Her cold voice continued from down the hall.
“And as for Andrew… he’s the son of murderers. His parents destroyed Noah’s life, so it’s only fair that he pays the price, too.”
My heart felt like it was being shredded. I couldn’t breathe.
Her father was furious. “How can you be so cruel? Andrew is your husband!”
For a fleeting moment, a shadow of pain crossed Chelan’s face, but she quickly masked it. “I know. But I gave Noah my word. I couldn’t let Andrew get back on that track. I’ve been by his side this whole time. That should count for something, right? Atonement?”
Atonement? I pulled at the tight, numb corners of my mouth. How could she possibly atone for my parents’ deaths?
I had thought the crash was a tragic accident. But it was all a part of a deliberate plan, orchestrated by the woman I shared a bed with. The same woman who had encouraged my return to racing, who had even filled out the registration forms for me. She had used my dream as a weapon to murder my family.
And the lie about Noah’s parents… it was all a lie. They couldn’t handle the failure of their business and chose to end their lives. Chelan knew this. She had to.
She had killed my parents. And I would make her pay.
Overwhelmed with grief, I turned to leave, but her voice stopped me again.
“Don’t worry, Dad. Andrew has always wanted a child. And I’m pregnant. Even if he finds out the truth, he’ll forgive me for the baby’s sake.”
I froze, a storm of emotions churning inside me. For three years, I had begged her for a baby. She always had an excuse—first, she was too busy taking care of me. Then, as I recovered, she was too focused on her career. And now, she was pregnant.
Her father’s face softened with relief. “A baby… that’s good. At least I’ll have something to offer his parents when I see them in the next life.”
But as I looked at Chelan, a flicker of something unnatural crossed her face. Was it… guilt? Before I could be sure, her expression was smooth again.
Her phone rang, a cheerful, upbeat tune that felt jarring in the sterile hospital hallway. A small, secretive smile touched her lips.
“Dad, Andrew’s been gone a while. Can you go check on him?” she urged.
He nodded and hurried back toward my room. As soon as he was out of sight, Chelan answered the call.
“Noah, why are you calling now? What if Andrew hears?” Her voice was a hushed whisper. “You miss the baby? He’s not even born yet. You can’t let Andrew find out the baby is yours. We’ll both be ruined!”
The leg I had been about to move hung suspended in mid-air. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The baby… it was Noah’s.
I looked up, and the blissful, happy smile on Chelan’s face was like a dagger in my heart. She looked like a young girl in the first flush of love, sweet and shy. She had never, not once, smiled at me with such genuine joy.
“I know, I know,” she cooed into the phone. “Of course, I’ll protect our baby. You don’t have to worry.”
She hung up and started walking in my direction. I ducked back behind the door, my heart pounding, praying she hadn’t seen me. I waited until her footsteps faded down the long corridor before I finally let out the breath I’d been holding.
She had been playing me all along. Well, two could play at that game.
I spent the rest of the day wandering the city in a daze before finally heading home. I hadn’t even taken off my shoes when she accosted me.
“Andrew, what is the meaning of this? Why did you just disappear?” she demanded. “My father is an old man, and he went all the way to the hospital to pick you up, and you just vanish!”
I stared at her, my gaze cold and empty. Her tirade slowly petered out as she finally noticed the change in me.
“Andrew?” she asked, a note of uncertainty in her voice. “Did you… overhear something at the hospital?”
My nails dug into my palms. I was at my breaking point.
Her father rushed over, positioning himself between us. “Andrew, let’s all just calm down and talk about this,” he said, his voice placating.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. I had no proof yet. I couldn’t show my hand.
“It’s nothing,” I said, my voice flat. “I finished packing and you weren’t there, so I left on my own.”
The tension immediately drained from Chelan’s body. A bright, happy smile replaced her worried frown. “Andrew, I have wonderful news. I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.”
Her joyful expression was another twist of the knife. A sarcastic smile curled my lips. “Is that so? Congratulations.”
Her father looked at me, confused. “What kind of a response is that, Andrew? Aren’t you happy?” He seemed to come to a conclusion. “If you think this isn’t the right time, I can talk to her. We can… take care of it.”
Before I could say a word, Chelan cut in, her voice sharp with panic. “No! We’re not getting rid of it.”
Of course not. She wouldn’t get rid of Noah’s child.
I couldn’t stand to look at her hypocritical face a second longer. I turned to leave.
“Andrew, wait,” she said, grabbing my arm. “I know how much you’ve always wanted to see the OPU International Grand Prix. I got us tickets. I thought we could go together.”
The OPU Grand Prix. The race where she had tried to kill me. The source of a pain so deep it still ached after all these years.
I frowned, torn. A part of me, the part that still lived and breathed racing, wanted to go. But the rest of me…
I pulled my arm away without a word and went to my room.
I heard her father’s angry voice behind me. “The man clearly doesn’t appreciate it. Why do you even bother? You’re both as stubborn as mules. I’ll never understand either of you.”
The next morning, Chelan burst into my room and tried to pull me out of bed. I instinctively recoiled from her touch. I couldn’t stand the thought of her hands on me.
She froze, a bitter, hurt expression on her face. “Fine. If you don’t want to go, we won’t go. I won’t force you.” Her voice was small, defeated. “But we need to choose a burial plot for your parents. The funeral is in a few days. I thought… I thought they would like it if we chose it for them. Together.”
My parents. Even in death, they had loved her like a daughter. And she was their murderer.
Before I could protest, she was tugging at my sleeve, pulling me out the door. “We have to go now, or we’ll be late.”
But she had lied. She drove me straight to the racetrack.
“Chelan, are you insane? I told you I didn’t want to come!”
Before I could finish, a triumphant voice called out from behind us. “Chelan! You said you’d come cheer me on, and you actually did!”
Noah. He was wearing a racing helmet, but I could still see the mocking glint in his eyes. So this was what it was about. She was here to see her lover.
“You disgust me,” I muttered, and turned to leave.
But as I reached the exit, a group of men blocked my path. Before I could figure out what was happening, Noah was there.
“Andrew,” he sneered. “You don’t actually think you’re still a racer, do you?” His voice dripped with contempt. “Oh, that’s right, I forgot. Your tendons are shot. The closest you’ll ever get to a race car again is looking at one.”
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And if you can’t handle a car… I bet you can’t handle your wife, either. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her for you. Maybe you can even hand us the condoms when we’re in bed.”
My fist clenched, the veins in my arm standing out in sharp relief. He kept talking, but I didn’t hear him. I just kicked him, hard, in the stomach.
He staggered back, gasping for air. “You… you hit me? Do you have any idea where you are?”
At his signal, the men surrounding me surged forward. They pinned me to the ground, and fists like stones rained down on me. I fought back, but I was outnumbered. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.
Suddenly, they backed off. I looked up, confused, just in time to see Noah approaching with a large bucket.
“You want to act tough, Andrew? Then die!”
Before I could react, he dumped the contents of the bucket over my head. The stench of raw sewage filled my nostrils, and the men around me erupted in laughter, pointing and jeering at my humiliation.
“What are you doing?”
Chelan came running over, pushing her way through the crowd to stand in front of me. She glared at the men, her voice sharp. “If you touch him again, I’m calling the police!”
Noah’s aggressive demeanor vanished, replaced by a look of wounded innocence. He took her hand, his voice soft and pleading. “Chelan, he hit me first. Ask them.”
The other racers all nodded in agreement.
Chelan’s eyes flickered with indecision as she looked down at me, covered in filth. She instinctively covered her nose, a look of disgust on her face. She quickly realized her mistake and dropped Noah’s hand, but the damage was done.
“Andrew,” she said, her voice strained. “You were in the wrong here. You should apologize to Noah.”
I spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed. “He cuckolded me and poured shit on my head, and you want me to apologize? In your dreams.”
The color drained from her face. “You’re mistaken,” she stammered. “It’s not what you think…”
I cut her off, struggling to my feet. I walked away, alone, leaving the roar of the engines and the life I had once loved behind me.
It was late when Chelan finally came home. Noah was with her.
“Andrew, what is wrong with you?” she snapped, not even bothering with a greeting. “I try to do something nice for you, to help you fulfill a dream, and you just abandon me there. It’s a good thing Noah was there to give me a ride home.”
They exchanged a look, a silent, intimate communication that made my stomach turn.
I wiped the dried blood from the corner of my mouth and gave them a knowing smile. Just an hour ago, the private investigator I’d hired had called. He had everything.
After my parents’ funeral, their time was up.
At the funeral, a murmur went through the crowd of mourners.
“Who is that? Is he trying to cause a scene?”
“You don’t wear that to a funeral. It’s so disrespectful.”
I looked up. It was Noah, dressed in a bright, flamboyant red suit.
I lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar. “What are you doing here? Get out!”
Chelan rushed over, pulling me off him. After checking to make sure he was okay, she turned on me. “What is your problem, Andrew? I invited him. Your parents did a terrible thing. They owe him an apology.”
Her words were like a punch to the gut. I was speechless.
Noah seized the opportunity. “For those of you who don’t know,” he announced to the crowd, “my parents were driven to their deaths by Andrew’s parents. They got what they deserved.”
A collective gasp went through the crowd. My parents were kind, gentle people. They would never hurt anyone. I tried to speak, to defend them, but Chelan clamped a hand over my mouth, silencing me.
Seeing the disbelief on the faces of the guests, Noah produced a folded piece of paper. “This is the suicide note my mother left. It says right here that Andrew’s parents were responsible for her death.”
As the crowd began to murmur, their expressions shifting from shock to suspicion, I lunged for the note. But Chelan grabbed the back of my shirt, and in the struggle, she lost her footing and fell hard.
She clutched her stomach, a pained cry escaping her lips. “The baby… my baby…”
Blood was spreading across the fabric of her dress. I remembered what I had overheard the night before: “The baby stopped developing. I’ll take the pills tomorrow. At the funeral, I’ll pretend Andrew pushed me. We can blame the miscarriage on him and sue him for everything he has.”
I had been so careful all day, trying to avoid this exact scenario. But she had still found a way to frame me.
Her father slapped me across the face, his eyes blazing with fury. “You monster! What are you standing there for? Call an ambulance!”
But I didn’t move. She had been plotting against me from the beginning. Now, it was my turn.
I didn’t visit her in the hospital. She posted daily updates on social media, complaining about my heartlessness and praising Noah for his devoted care. Her friends all urged her to divorce me, but she would always reply with some saccharine comment about how she couldn’t bear to leave me.
The day she was discharged, Noah brought her home.
“Andrew,” she said, stepping in front of him as if to protect him from me. “You killed our child. Are you going to hurt Noah now, too? You heartless bastard. Why didn’t you die with your parents?”
At the mention of my parents, my eyes narrowed. It was fine. She would be joining them soon enough.
“If Noah is so wonderful, then you should be with him,” I said, waving a dismissive hand.
She fell silent, a look of confusion on her face. Before she could recover, I tossed a folder onto the table in front of her.
“Sign it. A divorce is the best thing for both of us.”
Noah’s face lit up. “Chelan, once you’re free, we can get married right away!”
That was all the convincing she needed. She grabbed a pen and signed the papers without a second thought.
Just as they were celebrating their happily ever after, the sound of police sirens filled the air.
I smiled. Their reckoning had arrived.

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