Her Worthless Husband My Billionaire Dad

Summary

My mom doesn’t do dishes. She doesn’t make beds. But her car… her car is spotless. She treats it like her most prized possession, cleaning it out every day after work until it gleams.

Today, Dad asked me to grab a file he’d left in there.

As I felt around under the passenger seat, my fingers brushed against something small and metallic on the floor mat. I picked it up. It was a shiny silver cufflink.

“Dad,” I called out, holding it up. “When did you get a cufflink just like Mr. Davies’s?”