The NASCAR Driver's Fiancee

Prologue

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I could feel my heart shattering into pieces as I heard him say the words I never imagined he would ever say to me.

"I'm leaving you." He says, running a hand through his hair that's forever covering his beautiful blue eyes. "I just can't take this anymore, I can't take being with you. I just didn't want to leave you at the altar."

"Why, Bryce? What did I do?" I struggled to keep the tears from flowing as I asked my fiancé what had brought him to this decision.
"I'm sorry, Ave. I just can't do this. It's not you, it's me. I can't handle you, I can't handle how you are taking over my life. I just don't love you now, and I'm starting to wonder if I ever truly did."

"What, what made you change your mind? I thought we were gonna get married? I thought we were gonna have kids? What were the last 7 years then?"

"I met someone, Avery. She's beautiful and kind and smart and sexy and the most incredible woman I've ever laid eyes on, and I want to marry her. I've been seeing her for the past 6 months and know I'm meant to be with her." His eyes lit up as he described her, the same way he used to look when he would tell me he loved me.

"So you've been cheating on me?"

"Well.. not really?" He was sheepish, and I knew he realized he had been.

"What do you mean not really?"

"We aren't dating, we are only friends."

"Have you kissed her? Told her you loved her? Have you had sex with her?" I was furious, and I could already guess the answer.

"I'm sorry, Ave, I really am. I have to go now." He turned and walked away towards his red sports car, not even going to say what I already know.

"I bet she's one of those sluts from the track!" I screamed.

"Goodbye, Avery." He slammed his door and started his car.

"Good, leave me the fuck alone, asshole!" I screamed at him as his car peeled out of my driveway.

I stormed inside my house and flopped onto my old couch, the one I'd never bothered replacing because I thought I would be moving in with him soon. I cried, and screamed. I could feel my heart breaking even more every second. I couldn't believe he cheated on me, especially with one of those sluts.

We had our whole wedding planned, and i was working on the invitations when he came over. It was going to be amazing. It was going to be at the park where we went on our first date, and we were going to invite all the other drivers and their wives, who I had become good friends with. After the wedding we were going to honeymoon in Paris for a week, and his little brother was going to drive for him while we were gone. He wasn't rich, persay, but being a NASCAR driver did have its perks. Everyone knew us, ever since he won the championship his second year he's kind of been a big deal. And we were basically married. He proposed 7 months ago, on camera at Talladega, my favorite track. I loved him. I thought he loved me too.