I come back early - a quiet surprise for my fiancé. What I find tears everything apart.

Lando lay on the bed, his hands over the girl's hips and back. Their hips are moving together, gasps and moans leaving them both as I see the condoms and lube on the bedside table.

"You gotta be kidding me..." I murmur, loud enough for the girl to hear as she stops her movements, looking at Lando with fear in her eyes as his eyes open and his head turns to me.

We all run cold.

"Meg..." his voice full of regret, full of fear as he pulls the girl away, his hands coming to hold my shoulders.

I shove him away and feel the quiver in my chin, my eyes starting to burn as I pull off the engagement ring.

"Meg...baby..." Lando's voice hardly counts as a whisper.

"Give it to her, I'm sure she'll love it." My words are harsh, but filled with pain.

He tears out my heart and stabs it in front of my face.

Now, I never want to see him again.

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Megan

The last week had been so tiring. My body feels drained of all energy, and all I can think about is my fiance waiting for me at home in Monaco.

It was late August, lando had just got back to Monaco from a trip to Ibiza with his friends that I really wanted to go on. But, unfortunately I have a bundle of birthdays at the end of August so I went home, spending some much needed time with my family. Lando would have come with me, he wanted to in fact.

But I insisted he went on the trip as he hasn't really spent loads of time with his friends recently. And to be honest, I wasn't too upset about having some alone time for once.

The fight home to Monaco was a blur, mainly because I've done it so much now I just run off autopilot until I got back to the apartment we shared.

I put the keys in the door, unlocking it as I slide my suitcase in with a big yawn from my lips. God, I'm so tired.

My shoes flick off my feet, my hand running through my brown hair as I shut the door behind me and see a pair of shoes on the floor that I've never seen before. They aren't mine.

I wasn't meant to come home until tomorrow night, but I was bored of the uk and I just wanted to come home, to come home to him.

My ears perk up slightly as I take my headphones off and put them around my neck, hearing sounds from our bedroom. But they weren't the sounds of him ruffling around, unpacking, or even just doing what he sometimes does with moving furniture around at 3am - when I'm asleep in bed with my earplugs in.

It's sounds I know are intimate. I know the sounds very well, especially from lando as I've been hearing them since I was 17. But he's not making those sounds with me.

My heart sinks slightly, hoping to the fact he's just pleasuring himself at this point, but my gut knows he's not. I feel sick.

My thumb twirling the engagement ring on my finger as I slowly walk to our bedroom and open the door, seeing it.

Lando led on the bed, his hands over the girls hips and back as she has the palm of her hands on his chest, holding him down. Their hips moving together, gasps and moans leaving them both as I see the condoms and lube on the bedside table.

I'm going to be sick.

I don't know what to do.

My heart has sank lower than the ocean, and in just stand here in shock.

What.

"You gotta be kidding me..." I murmur, loud enough for the girl to hear as she stops her movements, looking at lando with fear in her eyes as his open and his head turns to me.

We all run cold.

All the air is knocked from my lungs, my heart aching to the point I fear I'm having a heart attack.

"Meg..." his voice full of regret, full of fear as he pulls the girl away, jumping off the bed and falling to the floor as I stand there, not looking at him. No. I'm looking at her. Isabel.

She was friends with Edward, joined them this year to Ibiza. Now she's in bed with my fiance who's scatting around the room pulling a pair of boxers on as she pulls my covers over her undressed body.

I brought those covers...

They were my favourite...

"Meg.." landos voice is breathless, his hands coming to hold my shoulders as I shove him away and feel the quiver in my chin, my eyes starting to burn as I hold back tears.

"You prick." I spit, shoving him again before giving one hard swing, slapping him clean in the cheek. Hard enough to make a loud grunt come from his lips, falling back ever so slightly.

Before he can even speak, I'm out the bedroom, walking back down the hall as I put on my shoes and lando runs after me.

"Meg, baby...please." He begs, sounding more desperate than a dog in a kennel.

"No..." I mumble, my voice shaking with the tears i can no longer hold back fall down and wet my flushed cheeks.

"Megan...let me explain."

"What is there to explain?" My voice snaps, cracking ever so slightly as I look at him - his eyebrows furrowed, tears welling in his own eyes. But his body is covered in sweat, and this time I haven't caused it. That bimbo has...the bimbo that's in my bed.

"What did you do? Fall onto the bed undressed and end up with her riding you like a horse?" I shout, but he's speechless. The regret filling his eyes as he shakes his head, trying to come closer but I put my hand in the middle of his chest, giving him a stern look.

"Don't..." my voice reduced to a whisper filled with pain and disappointment. He doesn't push. He just stands there.

I take my hand off his chest, pulling off the engagement ring before I slam it back into his chest.

"Meg...baby..." landos voice hardly counting as a whisper.

"Give it to her, I'm sure she'll love it." My words harsh, but filled with pain. I can see him crack, a tear falling down his cheek as he just - breaks.

But I don't care.

We've known eachtoher 13 years, together 7. This time next year, we'd be married - on our honeymoon to Brazil - where we got engaged.

Now, I never want to see him again.

He takes the ring, staring at me like I tore out his heart - but in reality he tore out mine and stabbed it in front of my face.

And before I know it, I'm rolling my suitcase out the door - shutting the door behind me and letting a sob.

I'm in shock. And I don't know what to do.

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One month later.

I'm stood in my kitchen at home. I've been staying at my old family home back in the uk, getting back on my own two feet as I find a house I want - using the savings I've had for years due to the thanks of lando paying for everything.

I spent another week in Monaco...after what happened. I still can't talk about it. No one's pushed me, they've just let me get on with it and been there for me when I needed it.

But in that week, I stayed at a friend's flat, waiting for lando to go back on the race Calander before I went to the apartment to pack up - everything. I took everything. Clothes, bedding - except my favourite - he can keep that. I took some cups, house decor, jewellery - even one of his expensive bracelets that had diamonds on. I took everything I could.

I picked it - so I took it. Fair is fair.

And it's not like he doesn't have the money to buy it all again.

I haven't spoke to lando, I blocked him instantly. I even blocked his family what broke me more as I loved them. His mum, his sisters, his grandparents. They might as well of been my family too.

But I just had to get away, and I hope they understand that - I need a new beginning where I'm no longer known as 'Lando Norris's girlfriend', but rather - me. Megan Brown.

I've found a house. A good one. It need a lot doing, but thankfully Im from a family of tradesman so I can get alot...discounted.

Three bedroom, decent garden, two bath, everything's perfect. It's even got a garage and a drive - what's hard to find for the price it is as normally it'll be over 1 million here in the south of the uk. But no, it's 500,000. I can pay a down payment easily and to help, I've just got a job at a local hospital to pay off the mortgage.

It'll all be okay.

I don't need to rely on anyone anymore.

But one thought suddenly comes to mind, my period.

I cant remember when I last had it...

"Mum, what's the date today?" I ask, looking over at mum who's sipping some wine as she cooks - her eyes going over to the calendar.

"Hmm it's the...god where are my glasses" she mutters, putting them on her eyes as she squints. "The 23rd, why?"

"I was just wondering." I mutter, mum seeing a look on my face like she knows something's wrong - but again, she won't press until I'm ready to talk.

After dinner, I drive to the local supermarket and find myself in front of the pregnancy tests, picking up a clear blue one...actually I pick up 5.

Just to be sure.

"Please be negative." I whisper as I'm back home, having done all 5 tests within an hour without looking at them yet. I'm terrified.

Taking a deep breath, I man up, telling hoping I am not pregnant with landos baby - as I know I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it in anyway.

"Come on, you got this" flipping over all 5 tests and my heart stops and I almost throw up.

Pregnant.

"Trash."

Three Years Later

The one thing a mother never wants to happen is to loose track of their child at one of the busiest events there is. Goodwood - Festival of Speed.

I was hesitant to come, mainly because of how the uk is currently suffering from a heatwave and my three year old boy doesn't always do well with the heat, causing him to play up more. That mixed with how busy it is, makes it a parent's nightmare.

But when Noah looked up at me with those Bluey-Green puppy eyes, his brown curls falling in just the right way - I couldn't say no. My three year old son has me wrapped around his tiny little finger.

Yet, when he runs off chasing after a butterflies and I get stuck behind a team moving a car back to its location after it's run up the iconic hill of Goodwood. I panic.

I chase in the direction he ran, calling out his name until I finally see my little boy who's ran into the drivers zone - a section he shouldn't be in.

"That's my son!" I try to fight the security, showing them the picture of us on my Lock Screen , trying to get to my boy who has now walked behind a corner.

"Okay, just be quick." The man says, clearly seeing the worry on my face as I run through the cornered off section and go behind the corner.

"Noah!" I slightly shout, my voice mixed with worry but also annoyance from how fast quick his little legs are.

"Mummy! Mummy!" Noah giggles as he holds the hand of a man wearing orange, his cap backwards, curls slightly poking out and his eyes soft on the little boy before he looks in my direction and my heart stops. Lando.

His expression falters, years of memories flooding them both as they stare at eachother in the pure shock of seeing eachother after all this time - his eyes going back to Noah to examine the boy before he turns back to me.

"Where's his mum?" Oscar ask as he turns the corner, looking up to see me as he stops in his tracks, releasing a "oh" like sound from his lips.

"Noah come here." I mutter to my son who runs over to me and I pick him up quick, holding him tight to my chest as Landos eyes just stare. He's in shock, I'm in shock. We're all in shock.

And the only thing I can do is run away, walking out quickly and getting as far away as I can - relying on my full autopilot to walk, my heart racing, breathing heavy.

"Mummy, t-that was Lando Norris." Noah grins, pulling off his hat Lando obviously signed before I showed up.

"It was...it was him." I whisper as I walk, the memories almost drowning me as I remember everything in the 13 years we were friends and a couple. Now nothing but strangers.