Everyone knew I, Geraldine Rivers, had dual personalities. My primary personality loved the composed and level-headed Gideon Stone, while my secondary personality loved the promiscuous and rebellious Rowan Moore.
Two years ago, when Rowan got into an accident on the racecourse, my secondary personality—which had always been gentle and compliant—forcefully took control of my body. Then, I was Rowan’s doormat for two years.
One day, I overheard his conversation with his friends.
“You and the guys made a bet to draw out Geraldine’s secondary personality, even going so far as to orchestrate an accident. Now, Geraldine has pursued you for two years, but you’re going to marry Riley Summers. Don’t you feel anything for Geraldine?”
Rowan’s voice rang out, and he sounded smug. “I was just having fun with her out of curiosity. Who would’ve known that she’d kill her primary personality for me?”
…
Rowan stood up in the lounge and hurried to open the door when he heard a clatter outside. His expression was evidently a little flustered when he saw me. “You… What did you hear?”
I suppressed my sorrow and forced a smile as I pointed at the helmet on the floor. “I didn’t hear anything. You told me to head home to get your helmet, right? I accidentally dropped it because I ran too quickly.”
He relaxed. Then, he scowled at the helmet on the floor and picked it up. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Why weren’t you more careful when you knew Riley gave this to me?”
He pointed at a spot, and I looked down at it. There was the slightest hint of a scratch on the cheap helmet worth 20 or 30 dollars.
My heart turned to ice. I said in a small voice, “I’m sorry.”
Rowan was an avid fan of motorcycles, and I knew just how important a good helmet was—it was the key to keeping the rider alive in most accidents. That was why I’d had a dozen helmets custom-made in Dormane for him.
They’d cost me close to a hundred thousand dollars, yet he hadn’t even spared them a glance. Meanwhile, he treated the cheap helmet Riley had picked up from a roadside stall like it was a priceless treasure. It was all he wore whenever he competed in races.
“What’s the point of apologizing now? Forget it. I can’t be bothered to say anything to you anymore. Shove off!” Rowan shoved me aside and stormed out of the room.
…
Rowan stood on the racetrack, fully geared up. His red and white cycling suit made him look even more handsome and unruly than usual.
Before the race started, he lifted his shades and looked toward the audience. The cameras followed his line of sight and aimed at us.
Just then, one of his friends, who sat before me, turned to wink at me. He teased, “Ro’s looking at you, Geraldine!”
Sure enough, Rowan was staring in my direction. I subconsciously got to my feet and waved at him. However, the cameras moved away from me after a brief pause.
Then, I heard Riley Summers cheer from the front row. “You’re the best, Ro! You have to win!”
She even made a heart with her hands as she looked into the cameras. Only then did Rowan put his shades back on and focus on preparing for the race.
The front row was seats that the racers had left for their friends and family. Each racer had two seats—Rowan had given one to Riley and the other to his friend.
As for me, I’d waited in the queue for five hours to get a ticket for the row I was in. Unfortunately, they’d sold out when it was my turn, so I’d spent 5,000 dollars buying a ticket from a scalper.
Then again, wasn’t this what Rowan had always been like?
I kept thinking I would eventually win his heart, but after hearing what he’d said earlier…
