She Sold My Fortune For Scrap

Summary

I never in a million years thought my best friend was capable of something like this.

She snuck into my apartment, took my spare keys, and sold my custom, three-hundred-thousand-dollar Range Rover.

For four thousand bucks.

When I confronted her, she didn't even flinch. She just stared at me with this sickeningly righteous look in her eyes. "You don't even need the money," she told me. "My two kids don't even have a car to ride in."

I couldn't stomach the sheer audacity of it. I called the police.