Your ex had done you dirty. Not just a drunken kiss or a stupid mistake—but a full-blown affair. With your best friend.

You’d walked in on them. The sound of laughter in your apartment, the distinct familiarity of his voice and her giggle. Your heart hadn’t even had the time to shatter before rage flooded your veins like wildfire.

He had the nerve to look shocked. She had the audacity to cover herself with your throw blanket.

"You don’t understand," he stammered, pulling on his jeans. "Oh, I understand perfectly," you said, your voice eerily calm. "I’m just wondering which one of you I should be more embarrassed for."

You walked out and didn’t look back.

The sadness came later. In waves. Crying at night, screaming into your pillow, replaying every lie they ever told you. But eventually, the sadness simmered into something else.

Rage. Revenge. And then… a plan.

You knew who his hero was. Lando Norris. His F1 obsession. The driver whose posters still hung on his walls, whose merch he hoarded like gold.

So you did something wild. On a late night whim, half-drunk on anger and half on prosecco, you DMed Lando. Something cheeky.

"Bet you’ve never had a fan as cute as me." You never expected a reply. But he did.

"Well, I have now." It started off as a game. Flirty banter. Inside jokes. A few FaceTimes. Then a weekend trip to Monaco. Then more.

“Are you always this charming, or is it just for me?” you teased on your second date, nursing a cocktail.

“I think I like the idea of charming you more than winning a race,” Lando replied with that boyish grin.

You laughed, genuinely. For the first time in weeks, you felt light.

Nights at his apartment followed. Late-night McDonald’s runs. Falling asleep with his arm around your waist. Waking up to sleepy British murmurs and kisses on your shoulder.

Somewhere along the way, the plan stopped being about revenge. Because this wasn’t just a rebound.

“You know, I think I’m really into you,” he said one night, his fingers laced with yours, the hum of the paddock noise outside the motorhome.

“I think I’m really into you too,” you whispered back.

Now? You were a full-fledged WAG.

Private jets. Race weekends. Being photographed in the paddock, hand-in-hand with Lando. Featured on the main F1 feed under the caption: “Lando Norris arrives with partner.”

You watched the comments flood in. Some fangirling, some jealous. Some saying you looked familiar. Your ex definitely noticed.

You knew it when he messaged you after your third race appearance.

"Is this a joke?"