He Stole My Billionaire Ride

Summary

My husband went abroad on business and left the sports car he usually drove me around in sitting in our garage.

Our private driver happened to be out on leave, so I had no choice but to drive it to the office myself.

The moment a male colleague saw the crest on the hood, his eyes practically popped out of his skull.

That very same day, he came over to borrow the keys, insisting on taking me out to meet his buddies.

I told him I was married.

He just gave me a knowing, sleazy smirk. "Rich girls love using marriage as a shield against suitors. I get it."

I didn't get it.