My Seven Years for a Scapegoat

"Stella, why are you arguing with a dying woman? You're perfectly healthy."

Leo slammed the marriage papers onto the table, his voice laced with pure impatience.

I'd just returned from the Dakar Rally, my right shoulder shattered, blood soaking through my racing suit.

I risked my life to win the championship for him, and what I got in return was him marrying his first love.

"She only has six months left. Can't you just make things easy for her?"

Only Leo, that fool, couldn't see that his first love had been faking her illness all along.

I looked at him, and then I laughed.