We Share the Same Boyfriend
Language: en
My Maybach was rear-ended by a little electric scooter. The girl who hit me was sprawled on the pavement, groceries scattered around her like fallen leaves. She started to cry, her voice small and shaky. “Wait, please… I’ll call my boyfriend. He’ll pay for everything…” On the other end of the line, a man’s voice erupted in anger, but underneath the fury was a current of undeniable concern. “When you dumped me, did you ever think you’d need me again?” “What about the engagement ring I bought you? It’s worth ten of these cars. Use that to pay for it.” “Julianna! Grow a spine! I don’t care…