After my wife's assistant squandered my credit card money, I immediately got a divorce!Chapter 1
My wife's little assistant had been blowing money on my card like it was nothing, and at a French restaurant no less, he'd called me a kept man—a useless freeloader.
I got pissed and froze his card, leaving him unable to pay the bill. Not only did he lose face in front of everyone, but the manager held him there overnight.
When my wife found out, she just tapped me on the nose playfully.
"Oh, you! A grown man getting jealous over a boy? And now he's a laughingstock because of you."
She didn't seem mad. In fact, she acted like nothing had happened—right up until my birthday, when she took me out for French cuisine.
She ordered dozens of expensive dishes and bottles of wine, saying some friends of hers would be joining us later.
"Honey, I need to step out for a bit. I'll be right back to celebrate your birthday with you."
But I waited until the restaurant was about to close. She never came back. Her friends never showed.
When I pulled out my card to pay, the manager said, "Mr. Dickerson, this card has been frozen."
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"Frozen?"
This was the card Leila Galloway had given me. Before we left the house, she'd taken my own card, insisting that since it was my birthday, the bill should be on her.
I'd been so touched at the time. I'd even congratulated myself on finding such a thoughtful, reasonable wife.
But now she was nowhere to be found. I'd called her dozens of times—no answer.
If this card didn't work, I was going to have a problem.
The manager's expression shifted from polite to impatient.
"Mr. Dickerson, do you have another card you can use?"
"Just so we're clear—we don't do tabs here. You knew that after what happened last month, right?"
Of course I remembered. Last month, Leila's assistant had gone on a spending spree with the card she gave him, then called me a kept man, a useless live-in husband.
Could it be...
A bad feeling crept over me. Was this Leila's way of getting revenge for what I'd done to her assistant?
Just as the thought crossed my mind, the click of heels echoed from the entrance. I spun around—and there was Leila Galloway walking in with her arm around Jacob Delgado, whose face was twisted with hatred as he looked at me.
Behind them trailed a group of her friends, every single one watching me like I was the evening's entertainment.