After finalizing my purchase, I headed straight to Derek's private garage where he kept his collection of luxury cars. The keypad code hadn't changed since I'd last seen him enter it.

Inside sat his most prized possession: a limited-edition Bugatti he'd never even let me touch. The one he'd always promised to take his precious Tara for a ride in someday.

I snapped a picture of myself sitting in the driver's seat and sent it to him with the message: "Permit me to use your prized and treasured possession."

His reply was immediate: "DON'T YOU DARE."

The engine purred to life and I felt a rush of power as I pulled out onto the open road. At every stoplight, I snapped photos and posted them to my social media. Finally getting what I deserve, I captioned them.

By evening I pulled into Giovanni's, the most expensive restaurant in town.

The hostess led me to a table by the window. I ordered everything expensive on the menu—the aged steak, the rare caviar, the champagne. I was halfway through my Lobster when they burst through the door.

Derek looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. But it was Tara who charged toward me first.

"You BITCH! How dare you drive HIS car! That's my brother's baby!"

I took another bite of the Lobster. "Mmm. This is divine. You should try it—oh wait, you can't. I spent all your dinner money."

Derek grabbed a chair from a nearby table, dragging it across the floor.

"Do you have any idea what you've done? That account was for emergencies."

"This is an emergency," I replied. "My emergency exit from this sham of a marriage."

Tara's face had turned an alarming shade of red. "He promised we would ride in that car together for the first time! It was supposed to be OUR special moment!"

I took another bite of steak, chewing slowly before answering. "Well, I beat you to it."

"You've ruined everything!" Tara continued. "He's broke now because of you! He can't even buy me my favorite dessert for my birthday next week!"

Derek approached, grabbing Tara's arm but she wrenched free. "I've been with him since childhood. I'm the one who knows him, who understands him! You're just a gold-digging whore who stole him away! Now he's more focused on your drama than on me!"

I smiled coldly. "Not my fault if he married me instead of keeping his attention on you. Perhaps you should ask yourself why."