Torn

It's over

Wednesday May 20th 2015.

Nevaeh Eryn Vettel rolled her eyes as her husband emerged from his home office with his mobile phone glued to his ear and his press officer scurrying behind him like an obedient little pet. He brushed past her, not stopping, not even making eye contact. It was as if she was invisible. To be honest, she'd pretty much been invisible from the day he'd signed that damned contract with Ferrari. She'd tried to reason with him before he put pen to paper; pointing out how he'd got another year left of his Red Bull contract, how much everyone in the team loved and respected him, how they were like family not only to him but to herself as well but all he could see was his own ambition and that scarlet red racing car.

Six years of her life she'd devoted to this man. She still remembered meeting him while visiting a restaurant in Heppenheim during a family camping trip to Germany in 2009, the cliched way their gaze had met across the room, the way he'd approached her at the bar when she'd gone to buy her parents a drink and the way they'd instantly clicked and ended up sitting there talking for ages. He'd been in his first season for Red Bull Racing back then and was spending time with his family between races, his passion for his sport should have been a warning sign but at the time she'd found it endearing. As they'd parted that night they'd swapped numbers, she'd fallen for his blue eyes and poster boy looks and it hadn't been long before she was joining him at races as his girlfriend.

She couldn't do this anymore, she couldn't spend the however many years to come being sidelined by her husband in favour of a bloody car. She wanted a proper home life, she wanted children, she wanted a husband who'd be around and not one that she felt she had to book a bloody appointment with to even get ten minutes of his precious time. Right now the only time they got together was the rare occasions he wasn't required to be in Italy and he'd come home between races and that was only when they were in bed, even then he'd be asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. The rest of the time he'd either be training or he'd be working with Britta and they'd either be holed up in his office together or she'd be taking him somewhere where he was due to make a public appearance or attend an event or photo shoot for a sponsor. Their sex life was dead. This wasn't a marriage, it was just living with a stranger who wasn't even there most of the time. He'd changed and not for the better. She'd tried to talk to him, she'd tried to explain how she felt, how he made her feel but all he could do was point out the lifestyle he gave her, how driving for Ferrari was more than just that and how his career meant more than anything to him and that he felt she was being ungrateful. After just 18 months and only five months into his new contract, their marriage was broken. She wanted out, she wanted her freedom back, she didn't want to be stuck at home on her own anymore. Why should he get to travel the world doing something he loved while she had to stay here 'because he didn't want her to become a piece of media property and wanted to protect their private life'? Well not any more. Turning on her heel she marched along the landing and then headed down the stairs with determined steps. Hearing the engine of his Ferrari California rev as he prepared to leave again, she flung open the front door and stomped across the gravel towards the car. His piercing blue eyes met her own and the window went down.

"Not now Neev." He grunted without even asking her what she wanted before closing the window.

She was incensed. How dare he! How fucking dare he! Just as he went to drive away she flung herself in front of the car, slamming her hands on the shiny, sleek red bonnet as hard as she could, causing him to slam on the breaks. As she'd expected he flung open the car door in a fit of rage, he didn't like being interrupted in anything.

"What?!" He yelled as he got out of the car. "What do you want Neev?! I haven't got time for your silly games!"

"I want a divorce Seb!" She yelled back.

The air was instantly sucked from his lungs, he looked at her in shock. Did she really say what he'd just thought she'd said? He found himself holding onto the door for support as the ground was snatched away from underneath him.

"I'm through Seb! I'm done! Our marriage is dead and I want out. I'm going to divorce you."