Bristol

He left me. Six years ago, Axel Pendleton, the love of my life, the man I was supposed to marry, left me to pursue his stock car racing career. To him, it was one or the other. Racing or me. I was black flagged and left choking on his retreating dust.

Is it any wonder I hate him?

Worse, he doesn't even know what he left behind. I wonder if he'll care when he finds out.

Axel

That's not how it was.

Bristol is wrong about a few details. In particular...the "supposed to marry" part. And when she finds out the truth, then she might end up hating me even more. But if I have my way, I'll no longer be an ex. I'll be her forever.