Husband on Wheels: Outspeeding My Wife and Her Cyclist Junior

At the start of a race, athletes typically maintained a steady pace, and the pedaling cadence wasn't particularly fast.

That way, they could conserve energy and avoid lactic acid buildup in their legs.

Especially since neither Timothy nor I had warmed up properly, our bodies weren't fully in sync yet. If we went too hard from the start, we could easily injure our joints, causing irreversible damage.

This was a major rule in any competitive sport. I didn't understand why Timothy was accelerating so quickly right from the start. How was he planning to maintain that pace later?

But Timothy looked as though he already had the win in the bag. He was intent on crushing me from the very start. He pedaled with everything he had, and it wasn't long before he had pulled a significant lead.

I started slowly, which only led to more mockery from the businessmen around me.

"What the hell is he doing? Why's he starting so slow?"

"I've watched races before, and they're never this slow. Does he even know how to ride a bike?"

"We should just stop watching. The winner's already clear. What's there to see?"

Despite their comments, the athletes from various clubs and teams looked at my posture and pace with thoughtful expressions.

I adjusted my breathing and even took the time to admire the lake view around me, keeping a steady pace behind Timothy.

Whenever he tried to shake me off by sprinting ahead, I'd catch up to him without breaking a sweat.

Just then, I heard Reyna's angry voice crackle through my earpiece. "Skyler, if you're going to race, race properly! Why are you embarrassing me like this? I'm the blind one for ever getting involved with you! You're such a disgrace!"

Before I could even respond, Timothy's reassuring voice immediately came through. "Reyna, don't be upset. It's not worth it. You chose me, and I won't let you down."

I couldn't figure out why they were saying all this in my earpiece.

Meanwhile, the businessmen, clearly enjoying the drama, had started placing bets on who would win.

Almost everyone was betting on Timothy, and no one put any money on me.

Since my odds were ridiculously high, I decided to bet on myself. This move made the businessmen laugh out loud.

"I've never seen someone bet on themselves before! That takes guts!"

"He could've at least found a friend to place the bet for him!"

"Exactly! He just threw down 20,000 dollars without even blinking. He might end up losing the race and the money!"

Reyna's voice came through my earpiece again. "Skyler, let me make one thing clear. Any money you lose has absolutely nothing to do with Vastwave Corp or me! You'll have to figure it out yourself. I'm not giving you a single cent!"

Even though I knew this was how Reyna felt about me, hearing her reject me so bluntly in front of everyone still left me feeling a surge of resentment.

Anger bubbled up inside me. I gripped the handlebars tighter, and in that moment, my foot slipped off the pedal.

The bike swerved for an instant, but I quickly regained control.

Honestly, it wasn't even a real mistake for me, especially against someone like Timothy, who was barely competent.

But that brief moment of wobble was caught by a camera and instantly displayed on the big screen.

I heard the businessmen around me booing and mocking me.

"Did you see that? He almost wiped out when he took that turn just now, didn't he?"

"Yeah, well, he's not wearing cycling shoes. Who else is there to blame now that his feet are slipping?"

"Does he even know how to ride a bike? His movements are so weird from the start."