The Birthday Gift That Broke My Ex

Summary

Samantha and I were made for each other—which was just a polite way of saying we were built to destroy each other.

We shared the exact same ruthless streak, the same stubborn refusal to ever come in second place, and the same towering, exhausting pride.

On our ninety-ninth fight, she kicked me out of her car in the middle of a torrential downpour. Instead of calling for a ride, I walked three blocks to her street, hired a tow truck, and had her beloved sedan hauled off to a compound across town.