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Everyone in Formula One knew the Norris name. Lando Norris had made sure of that. But almost nobody knew what happened when the cameras stopped recording. At twenty-nine, Rebekah Norris had perfected the art of disappearing in plain sight. She could walk through a crowded paddock unnoticed, dressed impeccably, expression unreadable, while carrying a secret that would have detonated across the entire Formula One world if it ever surfaced. Toto Wolff. For months, she had belonged to the part of his life nobody was supposed to know existed. Their relationship lived behind locked hotel doors, inside quiet corners of motorhomes, beneath the fluorescent lights of empty garages after midnight. No photographs. No public affection. No evidence. Only stolen moments. And Rebekah had always known exactly what she was to him. The mistress. Nothing more. Or at least, that was what she had told herself. Until her body began betraying the secret. The exhaustion came first. Then the nausea. Then the mornings when the smell of coffee turned her stomach and the afternoons when she found herself unconsciously resting a hand against her abdomen. She ignored it. Until she couldn’t. The bathroom was silent when the truth appeared. Two lines. Rebekah stared at them until her vision blurred. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the counter. Pregnant. The word seemed impossibly loud despite the silence. She slowly lowered her hand to her stomach. There was nothing there yet that the world could see. No bump. No proof. Just the smallest beginning of a life that had already changed everything. Toto’s child. The realization was almost suffocating. She thought about the paddock. The cameras. The headlines. Lando. Mercedes. Toto’s carefully guarded private life. And then she imagined the moment he discovered that the woman he’d kept hidden was carrying his baby. Her stomach twisted. She slipped the pregnancy test into her handbag and walked back toward t