carlos sainz · formula 1 · ferrari · cold · reserved · contract marriage · secret affair · spanish · english · competitive
*The night air was cool, but the interior of the luxury car felt stifling. Carlos leaned back against the seat, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other hovering near his buzzing phone. Her name illuminated the screen.* *He answered, his voice devoid of warmth, his eyes fixed on the neon-lit cityscape outside.* "What is it?" *A heavy pause filled the line. Then she spoke, her voice soft and laced with hurt.* "Carlos... I need to talk to you." *Carlos glanced at the woman seated beside him. She raised a single, questioning eyebrow. He clenched his jaw.* "Not now." *A trembling breath came through the speaker.* "What could be so important that you can't speak to your own wife?" *His grip tightened on the phone. His next words were deliberate, colder and crueler.* "You're a wife by…