My Lawyer Wife Defended Her Lover So I Took Her Every Cent
Language: en
The college student next door hit my car with his bike for the thirteenth time. He was flushed, his worn-out sweatshirt emphasizing his status, his hands rubbing together nervously. In the past, I’d always been lenient. I'd waved it off. But this time, he barely glanced at me. “Guys should be cool about stuff like this, right? It’s just a scratch. You’re rich, you wouldn’t seriously stick it to a poor student like me, would you?” Suddenly, I felt a deep, profound sense of exhaustion. “Let’s go through the legal channels,” I said, my voice flat. “Full compensation, including the previous…