Crash, Homewrecker Stole My Crown
Chapter 1 In my last international car racing championship, the front tire of my car suddenly burst, causing the car to roll over. The cars behind me collided with me one by one. After 99 times, I was unrecognizable from the impacts. Just as I reached out to my boyfriend for help by instinct, he kicked me away, my body covered in blood and flesh. “Don’t dirty my newly tailored clothes today.” He turned around, picked up the champion who had just crossed the finish line, and spun her around, smiling and saying: “Sharon, only the championship trophy is worthy of you. I will remove all obstacles for you.” Blood stained my entire body. Watching the two of them embrace as the sun set, I felt numb and desperate. What he didn’t know was that among these red stains was the child who had just come into this world. At that moment, I gave up on continuing to love him. … I was pinned under the mangled race car. Blood blurred my vision, and a warm stream flowed from my lower body. I struggled to reach out of the window, seeking help from John , but I couldn’t make a sound. I wanted to tell him to save our child, but he kicked me away, looking at his trousers stained by my blood with disgust. “You’re so dirty; don’t dirty my new clothes.” Without stopping, he stepped over me and walked towards the woman who was receiving the award. His steps were hurried and rhythmic. I heard John ‘s gentle voice. “Sharon, congratulations on winning the championship.” “Thank you, John.” “Without your help, I wouldn’t have won this championship.” The woman’s voice was sweet and delicate, familiar yet strange to my ears. I had heard this voice more than once on John ‘s phone. Every time I asked about it, I was accused of being sensitive and controlling. Afraid of losing him, I gradually closed my mouth. “I knew you would win the championship. I’ve booked a restaurant to celebrate for Sharon. Let’s all share in the joy.” As soon as John finished speaking, cheers erupted around us. The assistant’s out-of-place voice interrupted the celebration. “Um… what about Sister Sharon? She’s still pinned under the car, right?” After a pause, John ‘s voice was cold and ruthless. “The race cars are specially customized with anti-collision features. As for her current state, she’s probably just trying to get my attention.” “Since that’s the case, leave Sharon here and let her cool off. No one is allowed to help her.” After he spoke, there was silence. “But Mr. John, isn’t Sharon your girlfriend? Is it really okay to leave her like this?” John ‘s brows furrowed fiercely as he quickly reprimanded: “Don’t speak nonsense. I only see Vivian as a business partner. In this life, my girlfriend will only be Sharon.” There was a chorus of sighs. I lay there, tears streaming down my face, unsure if they were blood or tears. John had never called me his girlfriend. Even though we had lived together for three years. We had hugged, kissed, and done everything a couple should do. Yet he declared to everyone that we were just business partners. And his girlfriend would only be Sharon White. I tried to lift my body but fell back down weakly. I wanted to question him about what our five years together meant. But when I opened my mouth, no sound came out. Tears mixed with blood streamed down my cheeks. Sharon threw herself into John ‘s arms, hugging him: “John, you actually waited for me for so long, I…” Her words were cut off as John kissed her directly. The sound of their saliva intertwining was ambiguous and provocative. Until the surroundings gradually quieted down. I was left behind by them. Unable to bear the torment of the pain, I reluctantly closed my eyes. A conversation woke me up. Opening my eyes, I saw the hospital ceiling. “John , Miss white’s leg has healed and she can still race. Do you really want to cripple Sharon?” “If Vivian’s leg still has any feeling, then give her a shot to cripple it.” “With Sharon as the myth in the racing world, Vivian is enough. As for Vivian, I will take care of her for the rest of her life.” John ‘s voice was cold and ruthless. He knew racing was my lifelong hobby and pursuit. Yet for Sharon, he crippled my leg. The wounds seemed to hurt again, spreading throughout my body. In that case. John , racing and you, I don’t want either. I trembled and reached out to grab the phone on the table. I dialed the number I had memorized long ago, my voice hoarse: “Mom, I don’t want to race anymore. Come pick me up in a week.”
Chapter 2 Before the other side could respond, pain swept through my entire body once again. In a daze, I recalled the past. My father was a race car driver, but he was disqualified from racing due to alcoholism. After that, he became violent and irritable. He would resort to domestic violence against my mother and me at the slightest provocation. Unable to endure it any longer, my mother divorced him and left me behind. It wasn’t until I turned eighteen, when he was involved in a car accident, that my world began to brighten up. However, I fell in love with racing, the very thing that had ruined my father’s life. It wasn’t until I met John in college that things changed. He funded a racing team, claiming he wanted to help me become a world champion. For three years, we worked together tirelessly. Everyone around us assumed we were a couple. To achieve the championship, I had been thrown off a cliff during a race. Three screws were inserted into my knee, which ached severely on rainy days. My body became so weakened that it was difficult for me to conceive. But for both John ‘s sake and my own dreams, I was willing to endure it. When I finally became pregnant with his child, I wanted to withdraw from the final race. He said he wanted to see me win my first grand slam. I didn’t expect that he just wanted to use me to bring glory to his beloved Sharon. He even crippled my leg to prevent me from racing again. Anger and pain stabbed at me like a knife. I was so filled with hatred! I hated myself for being attracted to John ’s warmth and falling into his trap. I despised my own naivety for being so easily used. Suddenly, John ‘s voice came from my dream. I jolted awake. John was frowning at me, holding my hand gently. “Vivian, I’m sorry. I thought your body would be fine.” “The doctor needs to examine you again to see if your leg can still race.” My eyes welled up with tears, and I shook my head. “No need.” “I can’t feel anything in my leg.” “I’m already useless.” John patted my hand, trying to comfort me. “Come on, let the doctor give Seeing his insistent look, I had no choice but to nod. He nodded at the doctor. The doctor, upon receiving the signal, immediately selected the tools. His glance towards me was filled with sympathy and reluctance. “Do we really have to verify it?” I couldn’t help but ask again, looking up. John frowned, his voice tinged with sternness, “Don’t be willful! It’s for your own good.” Just as the doctor was about to proceed, Sharon pushed the door open. “John, I’ve studied joint movement abroad. Let me give Vivian a try.” “After all, Vivian is in this condition because of me.” John immediately released my hand and turned towards Sharon. “Since Sharon wants to give it a try——” John paused, glanced at me, and signaled the doctor to hand her the tools. Sharon, holding a small hammer, slowly approached me, her eyes filled with a hint of malice and triumph. “Vivian, I’ll be gentle～” Her movements seemed gentle, but only I knew how hard she was hitting. Dull pain throbbed through my lower body with each strike. I clenched my teeth, determined not to make a sound. Cold sweat dampened my hairline. “Vivian, do you feel anything?”Sharon, with her back to John , looked at me provocatively. “No,” I replied, forcing myself to stay calm despite the pain. “Vivian, let me try with a syringe.” The thick needle was inserted into my thigh by Sharon. I twisted the bedsheet tightly, holding back my scream. I knew that if I made a sound, the pain would become unbearable. “Enough, Sharon. Vivian’s leg is probably ruined. Let the doctor handle it,” John interjected, his lips pressed tightly together. He looked at me with a hint of reluctance. “Vivian, even if your leg is ruined, I’ll find you a logistics job. You won’t be left out in the cold.” His words were the last straw. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to ease the dense, needle-like pain. Sharon’s sweet yet cruel voice followed: “Vivian, take good care of yourself. We’ll need you as a bridesmaid when John and I get married!” After they left, I looked at my lower body and couldn’t help but feel a sense of self-mockery. Would I be a bridesmaid on crutches, or in a wheelchair? Sharon knew exactly how to humiliate me, but I no longer cared. I checked the messages on my phone; there were still five days left.
Chapter 3 After the doctor confirmed that I would be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life, John ‘s gaze towards me was complicated yet resolute. He took me back to the villa. However, my old room had been taken over by Sharon. She stood at the door, arms crossed, and looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Sorry, Vivian, John said I can stay in whichever room I like.” I looked at John coldly and asked, “So where do I stay, Mr. ?” John was taken aback by my formal address, his eyes filled with disbelief. After all, I had never called him Mr. before. “Vivian, what’s with the attitude? Sharon has a bad back, and the mattress in your room was specially customized, which would be good for her back.” The past sweetness came flooding back! My heart ached. When I had my accident and lay in bed for three months, John had the mattress custom-made for me so I would be comfortable. Now, the more I remembered the past kindness, the more it hurt. I came to a painful realization. John did not love me. Swallowing the bitterness in my heart, I turned to him and asked coldly again. “I’m not throwing a tantrum. Mr. John, may I ask where I will stay?” “There’s a room that would be perfect for Sister Vivian to recover in. Let me take her there.” Sharon snatched the wheelchair from John and took me to the darkest room on the first floor. As soon as the door opened, dust filled the air. The room was pitch black, with no light visible. “Sorry, Vivian, all the other empty rooms are filled with my stuff,” Sharon said with a hint of apology in her voice, but her upturned lips betrayed her good mood. “You’ll have to make do with this room.” Looking at the dark room, memories of my childhood fears resurfaced. I tightly grabbed Sharon’s hand, frowning at her. “I won’t stay here. Are there any other rooms, or maybe I could stay in a hotel?” “What do you mean you won’t stay here?” She was startled and quickly shook off my hand. But she didn’t expect John to follow us in. I looked up at him hopefully. However, Sharon quickly hugged John ‘s waist, burying her face in his chest and crying pitifully. “This room is quiet and won’t be disturbed. It’s perfect for Sister Vivian to recover, but she doesn’t like it and even grabbed my hand, leaving red marks.” She raised her hand to show John . John tenderly blew on her hand, then turned to me and shouted. “Vivian, don’t throw a tantrum. You will stay in this room, whether you like it or not!” My hope vanished once again. A sharp pain stabbed through my heart. He knew I had a phobia of dark rooms. But he still sided with Sharon. “Fine.” I gave a self-mocking smile and wheeled myself into the room. The clutter, stored for who knows how long, was covered in dust. The small bed in the corner was cold and rigid. After a while, I heard rustling outside the door. I was startled, and the fear from my childhood spread through me. Frantically, I turned on my flashlight. But to my surprise, Sharon had returned, waving the pregnancy test I had hidden. She walked towards me, lowered her head, grabbed my collar, and spoke maliciously and triumphantly. “Vivian, I knew you were pregnant. I hinted to John that I wanted the championship. That’s why he tampered with your tires, causing you to crash 99 times and miscarry.” “So what if you’ve been together for three years! With a snap of his fingers, he came over to me.” “What did you say?” My head, which had been lowered, shot up instantly, my eyes filled with rage. I had naively thought it was an accident. But I never expected it to be John ‘s conspiracy. I had been so looking forward to this child. I longed for someone who shared my blood. The doctor had told me that due to years of injuries, my body could only bear one child. From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I had been dreaming of her arrival. Countless times. Yet, the two of them had shattered my hope. A surge of strength came from within me, and I tightly grabbed Sharon’s neck. “You…
Chapter 4 John ‘s voice came through, filled with fury. Then, he kicked me in the stomach. I glared at him viciously, still not letting go. The hatred in my eyes made him pause for a moment, but Sharon’s cries for help brought him back. He continued to kick me forcefully, shouting, “Let go, Vivian.” The pain in my lower abdomen merged once again with memories from my childhood. Fear and helplessness enveloped me, and I released my grip, blood flowing from the corner of my mouth. I hugged my head with both hands, curling my body into a ball, and kept shouting, “Don’t hit me… I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again.” Sharon’s eyes welled up with tears as she glared at me fiercely. She stepped forward to kick me again but was held back by John . The furrowed brows of John made Sharon hesitate. John ‘s gaze towards me had a hint of regret and heartache. Just as he was about to come towards me, Sharon quickly grabbed him, letting out a cry of pain: “Ah, it hurts!” “John, my leg hurts! I have a race the day after tomorrow!” Without any hesitation, John carried Sharon upstairs. Before leaving, he still shouted at me, “Vivian, you better watch yourself. Reflect on your actions in there.” He slammed the door shut. And I remained immersed in the dark scenes from my childhood. Tears streamed down repeatedly, as if I could still feel the pain of the sticks hitting my body back then. It wasn’t until the cold floor brought me back to my senses. My eyes were dazed, and my eye sockets dry. Mechanically, I took out my phone and checked the date. My lips forced a smile, revealing a grin. There were still 48 hours left. John , I’m about to leave you. The next morning. John let me out. He looked down at me condescendingly. “Vivian, you need to apologize to Sharon.” I sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, ignoring him. “Did you hear me, Vivian? If you don’t apologize, I’ll kick you out.” John ‘s voice rose again, the veins on his forehead bulging, his gaze towards me cold and ruthless. Indeed, the one you love always knows how to hurt you. I’ve long had no home. What if I’m kicked out? I don’t care anymore. I looked up at him coldly and spat at him, “In your dreams.” After speaking, I could no longer hold myself up and fainted. I was taken to the hospital, and when I woke up, only a caretaker was with me. John and Sharon had gone abroad to participate in a racing competition. I looked down at the time; there were still 12 hours left. “Mom, do me a favor.” After sending the message, I ate a few bites of food. I asked the caretaker to take me for a walk nearby. When we passed the Bay Bridge, I said I wanted to see the scenery there. Taking advantage of her inattention, I jumped off. Closing my eyes, the moment I touched the river water, I whispered to myself: “John , goodbye.”
