On my anniversary, my billionaire parents gifted me a sports car….

“You’ll regret embarrassing me.”

Then he turned and stormed out.

I forced myself to continue my meetings, but my stomach stayed twisted all afternoon.

A few hours later, my phone rang.

Derek.

I answered, expecting more yelling.

Instead, he laughed—loud, triumphant.

“I burned your dream sports car, Sam.”

My blood turned cold.

“What did you just say?”