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    From the moment the warm-upp began, Belinda could tell that Cathy was unfamiliar with racing cars.


    It seemed Cathy was figuring out the car’s controls right there on the track.


    Belinda couldn’t understand why Kristopher had insisted on Cathypeting against her.


    It was reckless to allow someone inexperienced onto the official track. Luckily, it was just her and Cathy out there. If there had been more drivers, an ident would have been inevitable.


    Despite herck of fondness for Cathy, Belinda adhered to the unspoken rules of sportsmanship.


    These dictated not letting an opponent lose too disgracefully when the skill gap was wide.


    So, noticing Cathy trying her best to drive towards her, Belinda naturally eased off the elerator.


    She nned to let Cathy overtake her thisp. Winning was a certainty for her, and giving Cathy this small concession seemed harmless.


    Unexpectedly, Cathy aimed straight for her car!


    By the time Belinda realized Cathy’s intentions and floored it, it was toote.


    With a resounding “bang,” the cars collided.


    Cathy’s vehicle mmed into the back of Belinda’s, sending it spinning out of control and into the track’s side railings.


    Belinda’s head whipped forward into the steering wheel, the impact bringing tears to her eyes.


    From afar, Madisyn and Allen’s rmed shouts filled the air, mingling with the urgent voices of the emergency team as they coordinated their response.


    Belinda strained to raise her head, turning toward themotion.


    In the crowd, Madisyn and Allen hurriedly approached her.


    By then, Kristopher had already reached Cathy, lifting her from the wreckage of the race car.


    He gazed at her with a mix of gentleness and concern.


    Even from afar, Belinda could distinctly hear him chastising Cathy.


    “How could you be so reckless? Are you injured?”


    Belinda’s smile was tinged with bitterness as she turned away.


    It was clear who held his attention.


    Despite Cathy crashing into her, all he seemed to notice was Cathy.


    “Belinda, are you all right?”


    Madisyn and Allen reached her at that moment.


    With eyes brimming with tears, Madisyn inspected Belinda for any injuries. “This is all my fault. I should have seen thising from her! Are you sure you’re not hurt?”<fnf699> ?????? ???? find(?)ovel</fnf699>


    “I’m fine.”


    Belinda managed a weak smile, but her gaze drifted over Madisyn’s shoulder to where Kristopher was helping Cathy into the ambnce. She knew she shouldn’t look, yet found herself unable to look away.


    Madisyn red furiously in the direction of the ident and swore under her breath. “Damn it! Everyone saw Cathy m into your car on purpose. And that jerk didn’t even bother to apologize; he just took her away as if she were the injured party. Ridiculous!” Her voice wasced with disbelief and irritation.


    As she spoke, the racetrack medics hurried over with a stretcher. Together, Madisyn and Allen carefully lifted Belinda onto it. Allen apanied the medics toward the ambnce, his brow furrowed in thought. He nced over at Madisyn. “Why do you seem to have such a problem with Kristopher? Is there some kind of grudge there?”


    Madisyn shook her head, exasperation clear in her tone. “No grudge. But Kristopher is Belinda’s ex-husband. Weren’t you aware of that?”


    Allen stopped in his tracks, clearly taken aback.


    He had never considered the possibility of such a connection between Belinda and Kristopher.


    It suddenly made sense why Kristopher had responded so quickly to Belinda’s photo in the group chat.


    But…


    Confused, he watched as Kristopher helped Cathy into the ambnce and then turned his gaze back to Belinda, now securely on the stretcher. His expression grew increasingly perplexed. Could it be that their divorce was somehow linked to Cathy?


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