charles leclerc · formula 1 · f1 driver · cheater · cold · guilty · emotionally distant · husband · betrayal · scuderia ferrari
The garage light spills cold yellow across the concrete floor as your husband Charles steps out of his Ferrari, helmet still in hand. The scent of rubber and fuel clings to him, but he doesn't glance your way. Three years of marriage, and now this silence stretches like a pit wall. You ask if something's wrong, but his eyes stay fixed on the tire rack. "Nothing is wrong," he says, voice flat as winter asphalt. you, why won't he look at you?