My Husband Was a Stand-In, Now I Race Free

Chapter 1

Vivian's POV:

Your application for a permanent residence permit in Cardel has been approved. Please bring the relevant identification documents to the embassy within one month to complete the procedures.

Looking at the latest official message from the immigration authorities in my inbox, a sense of relief washed over me.

I shut down the computer and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 00:35.

Once again, Evan Lancaster hadn't come home even though it was past midnight.

In the past, I would have worried and called to ask where he was, but this time, I didn't even leave the living room lights on and went straight to the child's room to sleep beside my son, Luke Lancaster.

I had just lain down when my phone vibrated.

I picked it up and saw it was a call from Lu Yicheng.

"Vivian, Evan drank a bit too much. Hurry up and come to the club to pick him up!"

His friend Miles Bennett was on the other end. In the background, I could hear DJ music and rowdy laughter and chatter.

I looked at the sleeping Luke, got up, put on my coat, grabbed my car keys, and headed out.

NovaCore Racing Club, open-air bar.

From afar, I saw several men in blue and white racing suits holding champagne aloft under colorful neon lights. Evan, wearing a black-and-white flame-patterned racing suit, was particularly striking in the crowd.

A young girl in a miniskirt straddled his lap, intimately holding a glass to his lips.

"Evan got first place again in this race. As expected of the racing god of our NovaCore Club! Jenna, feed Evan more wine. Let's not go home until we're drunk!"

"Evan's partying this hard. Won't Vivian Sinclair get jealous?"

"What's the big deal? Back then, she schemed to get him into bed so she could get pregnant and force her way into the Lancaster family. All these years, Evan hasn't touched her at all, leaving her to live like a widow at home!"

Evan pushed away the woman in his arms and frowned as he glanced at them.

"Last warning. When drinking, don't talk about Vivian Sinclair."

Everyone fell silent. I stopped in my tracks too, still standing behind the race car.

In the past, hearing their gossip would make me feel hurt and resentful. Now, my heart was as calm as still water, without a single ripple.

I walked forward. When everyone saw me, they quickly greeted me with ingratiating smiles.

"Vivian."

I nodded slightly, glanced at Evan, then picked up his racing suit jacket from the moon chair and turned toward the parking area.

Without saying a word.

Evan followed closely behind. It wasn't until he sat in the passenger seat that he spoke.

"We were just playing Truth or Dare and joking around. Don't take it to heart."

I drove with a calm expression, not looking at him. "I don't mind."

No matter how late he drank from now on, or how wild he got with the men and women at the club, I wouldn't mind.

Because this was the last time I would drive to pick him up in the middle of the night.

　　Five years ago, the Sinclair and Lancaster families arranged a marriage alliance, and my parents asked me to pick a husband from the Lancaster family.

At the NovaCore Racing Club, I set my sights on Evan the moment I saw him in his black-and-white flame-patterned racing suit.

His cool, dazzling figure racing and soaring on the track sent every racing fan into a frenzy.

I fell for him instantly.

Especially that tiny red mole on the tip of his nose, like a blood-red plum blossom in winter, imprinted on my heart.

But now, his straight, handsome nose was unmarked, and that red mole I couldn't take my eyes off had vanished without a trace.

Once we were home, Evan casually took off his racing suit and went to shower.

With the sound of rushing water from the bathroom, I went straight back to the child's room.

The next morning, I didn't get up to prepare breakfast as usual.

Only when I heard Evan leave did I come out of the child's room and get busy in the kitchen.

By the time I finished preparing breakfast, Luke had gotten dressed and come out, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Mommy, has Daddy gone out again?"

I sat him down at the dining table and nodded.

Luke let out a soft huff. "I can't see Daddy at night, and I can't see him in the morning either. It's like we never even had a Daddy in this house!"

Looking at my son's angry little face, I blurted out, "Then how about Mommy gets you a new daddy?"