After my divorce, I became a racing queen

I walked into the law firm still wearing my wedding dress.

After eight years of marriage, I’d finally decided to divorce my race-car-driver husband.

The lawyer didn’t even look up from his paperwork.

“If you want to file for divorce, both parties need to sign the papers. Is your husband not here today?”

I forced a dry smile. “He’ll sign them,” I said quietly but firmly.

Liam and I had been legally married for eight years—yet he had canceled our wedding ceremony fifty-two times.