For five years, I loved Justin Forster, the star of the Pacific racing circuit, while our romance remained a secret and he publicly doted on his navigator, Savannah. He shut me out of his car, ignored my deadly peanut allergy, kissed Savannah over a foolish wager, and blamed me for a false doping complaint. I left silently, built a celebrated fashion career in New York, and refused to return to the life that broke me.