An Unmanageable Woman: I Send Her Back to the Crowd

At a racing club, I ran into a handsome young man while getting on the elevator.

He was playing with his Porsche keys, and I recognized the car at a glance. It was the one I'd had custom-made for my wife.

When he saw me staring at him, he smirked and boasted, "My girlfriend gave it to me. She even said she'd get me a Ferrari next time!"

My heart jolted. I lowered my eyes to the message on my phone screen: my wife was asking me to buy her a Ferrari.

Before I could think it through, the man's phone rang, and a familiar voice came from the other end.

"Honey, are you almost here? Our son misses his dad."