He Kicked Us Out Over a Muffin, So I Sold His Mercedes and Bankrupted Him

Summary

After school, my daughter climbed into the backseat of the car and pulled out a blueberry muffin.

My husband’s face instantly darkened.

"No eating in the car! Who taught you to be so undisciplined?"

My daughter jumped, terrified.

My husband stared at a tiny crumb that had fallen onto the leather seat, and his temper exploded.

"You're exactly like your mother. Absolutely zero class!"

My hand froze on the door handle.

Sitting in the passenger seat, his female assistant pulled her phone out of the latest season's Chanel bag and checked the time.