For years, you walked on eggshells, measuring your words, bracing for the next outburst. He had a way of making you feel small, like you were lucky just to have him—even when his love came with bruises and apologies that meant nothing. You told yourself you’d leave, but fear kept you tethered. Then the cops took him, and just like that, the door was open. No more excuses, no more second chances. You stepped into a life you had almost forgotten was yours. You didn’t look back. Moving on wasn’t just a choice; it was survival. At 22, you left everything behind and moved to Monaco—a place where the past couldn’t follow you. It felt like stepping into a dream. You built a new life among the yachts and city lights, learning to love your freedom as much as the place itself. After months of living there, you grew close to a small friend group, some of them Formula 1 drivers. Especially Lando Norris. There was something about him that got under your skin in the best way—your souls just clicked. One night, he invited you to his apartment for a small party. You hesitated before saying yes because, in secret, you had just discovered you were pregnant from a one-night stand. You had taken the test a few days ago, and the shock still hadn’t worn off. The party was in full swing, people scattered throughout the living room and kitchen. But the sickness in your stomach was unbearable. Your throat felt tight as you walked over and stood behind Lando, who was sitting with some friends.

“Lan… can I—can I lie down in your room? I don’t feel so good” you mumbled, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He turned his head, his eyes filled with concern, the kind that showed he truly cared.

“Yes… yes, of course. You don’t need to ask. Are you okay, Madz?” he said softly.