My Wife's Assistant Wrecked My Rolls-Royce,Now She's Begging Me to Stay

The brand-new Rolls-Royce Cullinan I'd just picked up was totaled. Whitney Zhuang's little assistant had taken it out and smashed the front end so badly the frame was warped beyond saving.

That made three cars this month.

I let the first two slide. This one wasn't even insured yet. How exactly do you plan to pay me back?

Bruno Matthews hunched his shoulders, tears streaming down his face like he was auditioning for a soap opera.

I'm so sorry, Mick Delgado. I'll sell everything I own to pay you back, I swear.

Whitney, who had never once disobeyed me, pulled Bruno behind her and turned on me with a sharp tongue.

Mick, is this really necessary? It's just a car. I'll pay for it.

The same Bruno who'd been trembling a second ago lunged forward and slapped the card right out of my hand the moment I reached for it.

Every cent you spend comes from Whitney. And you still have the nerve to take her money?

Whitney let out a soft laugh.That's just how greedy he is.

I looked down at my supplementary card lying on the floor and smiled.

When a woman stops behaving, you replace her. Waiting around for her to change was never going to happen.

On my way out of Whitney's office, I called my assistant.

Freeze every Delgado Bank card in the Zhuang family's name. Effective immediately.

That afternoon, I got an unexpected call from the dealership.

Mr. Delgado, your Cullinan sustained severe damage. Repairs would cost a fortune. We recommend you write it off entirely.

My mind went blank.What?

Your wife had it towed in and asked us to bill the repairs to your account. Given the extent of the damage, I wanted to confirm with you directly.

I grabbed a cab to the dealership. The moment I walked in, I saw my new car, and it was unrecognizable.

This Cullinan was the latest model, fresh off the line.

Glossy black finish. Understated, but unmistakably luxurious.

I loved that car.

I'd driven it exactly once, and now it was dead.

No surprise there. This was Bruno's handiwork again.

I left the dealership and went straight to the office, pushing through Whitney's door without stopping.

Whitney and Bruno were huddled over the same contract, their bodies pressed close together.

When I barged in, Bruno flinched and sprang away from her.

Mick, you should knock before entering Whitney's office.

I ignored him and looked straight at Whitney.

You gave Bruno my Cullinan to practice with again?

Whitney was perfectly calm, as if she'd been expecting me to come demanding answers.

Honey, why are you so worked up? It's just a car.

Two weeks ago, you took my SUV and lent it to Bruno for practice. He drove it into a tree within twenty-four hours. Totaled.

Last week, you took my Range Rover. Bruno drove it straight into a river. He climbed out just fine. My car sank to the bottom.

Now you handed him my brand-new Cullinan, and he wrecked that too.

Three cars destroyed in one month, and he walks away without a scratch every single time. I have every reason to believe he's doing this on purpose.

Honey, Bruno just got his license. Of course he's not a great driver yet. That's exactly why he needs the practice.

You can't assume he did it on purpose just because the cars are wrecked and he's fine. He's fine because he's lucky. That's all.

I scoffed.

Three major wrecks, and he walks away from every one of them? Yeah, he's real lucky.

After the first two, I told you: your assistant wants to practice driving, fine, but not in my cars.

And you went ahead and gave him my Cullinan anyway. Did you even think to ask me?

Whitney grinned at me like none of this mattered.

Babe, what's yours is mine.

I turned to Bruno.

I let the first two slide. This one wasn't even insured yet. How exactly do you plan to pay me back?

Bruno shrank like a startled fawn, his wide eyes glazing over with tears in an instant.

He hunched his shoulders, fat teardrops rolling down his cheeks.

Mick, I'm so sorry. I'll sell everything I own to pay you back.

The car cost eight million dollars.

I, I

Bruno was trembling even harder now.

Whitney pulled him behind her in one swift motion, her small frame trying to shield him completely.

Mick, is this really necessary? It's just a car. I'll cover it for him!

She fished out a black card and held it out to me.

Take my card and go buy another one!

Even if Bruno wrecked ten more Cullinans, I could still afford it!

My fingertips had barely grazed the card when Bruno reached out and slapped it to the ground.

Mick, every cent you spend comes from Ms. Zhuang. How do you have the nerve to ask her for money?

Whitney let out a soft laughHe's always been greedy like that.

I looked down at my own supplementary card lying on the floor and smiled.

Using my money to reimburse me, then calling me greedy.

The reason I'd chosen to marry Whitney in the first place was because she was obedient.

But now? Hah.

Whitney, you've stopped being a good girl.

Whitney froze.

I didn't pick up the card. It was about to become a useless piece of plastic anyway.

I turned and walked out of Whitney's office, dialing my assistant immediately.

Shut down every Delgado Bank card in the Zhuang family's possession. Now.

After I hung up, I drove to the dealership and picked up a Rolls-Royce Phantom on the spot, then took it for a long drive through the city.

My phone rang nonstop the entire time. All Whitney. I didn't answer a single call.

That evening, when I got home, the whole Zhuang family was there.

Whitney's parents and her younger brother.

I hadn't even kicked off my shoes before Dolores Zhuang started in on me.

Mick, sweetie, I'm not trying to scold you, but Whitney's assistant accidentally wrecked your car. Is that really worth freezing the whole family's cards over?

For real, bro. I took my buddies to karaoke this afternoon and my card got declined at the register. You have no idea how humiliating that was. I wanted to crawl into a hole!

Gerald Zhuang snortedIt's because Whitney's been too good to you. She's spoiled you rotten.

Whitney wrapped her arms around me, her voice softHoney, stop being stubborn. Just restore everyone's cards. Nobody's going to hold it against you.

Quincy Zhuang raised his voiceBro, since this is your first offense, we'll let it go. But you really handled this badly. Pull something like this again and Mom and Dad won't be so forgiving.

Don't say I didn't warn you. Tick off our parents and my sister might just kick you to the curb!

I let out a quiet laughWhitney, your little assistant told me that every penny I spend comes from you. You didn't correct him. You even called me greedy.

Fine then. From now on, we each spend our own money. Nobody freeloads off anyone.

Ever since I married Whitney, every member of the Zhuang family had been carrying a Delgado Bank black card with no spending limit.

Their combined monthly spending ran into nine figures.

I had never said a word about it.

Now I was going to make Whitney understand that everything I gave, I could take back just as easily.

Whitney's tone softened considerablyHoney, we're not at the office. At least let me keep a little dignity here.

I patted his chest lightlyYou can't have it both ways. You were so tough at the office, so go ahead and stay tough.

Quincy stood with his hands on his hipsSo you're really not going to restore our cards, huh? You better not regret this!

I didn't even spare him a glance. Regret? What did I have to regret?

The next morning, a racket of clanging and banging drifted up from downstairs, jolting me awake.

Every servant in the house knew I was a light sleeper. None of them would ever make that kind of noise.

I came downstairs to find the entire Zhuang family already gathered.

A familiar figure was bustling around the kitchen. Bruno.

He spotted me and flashed a bright, sunny grin.

Morning, Mick! Breakfast is almost ready.

My brow furrowed immediately.

Quincy sauntered over to me with his arms crossedYou should take notes from Bruno. Look how thoughtful he is, getting up early to make breakfast for my sister.

How much does your sister pay him, and how much does she pay me?

You!

Bruno set a large bowl of soup on the tableMick, if you don't know how to cook, I can teach you.

After all, you're a stay-at-home husband. You should be taking care of your wife.

Oh, and that Phantom parked in the driveway is yours, right? Ms. Zhuang really does spoil you, buying you a car that expensive.

I honestly envy you, having a wife that good to you. I'm not as lucky. Everything I have, I earned on my own.

Quincy jumped right inExactly! It's been three years since you married into this family, and we haven't eaten a single meal you cooked!

He's right. Mick, honey, I really don't want to say this, but as a son-in-law, you just don't cut it.

Mom, then who does cut it in your eyes? Bruno?

Sure, he's better at waiting on people. He can get up at the crack of dawn and cook breakfast for the whole family, do everything you tell him, and keep every single one of you happy.

But can he hand each of you an unlimited black card to spend however you want? Can he put you up in a mansion that looks like a palace? Can he buy you luxury cars with personal drivers so you never have to walk a single step?

Dolores went silent, unable to find a single word. Bruno froze mid-step, a plate of food still in his hands.

I walked over to himI'm not the kind of man who has to cling to a woman for money. If you'd done even the slightest bit of research on the Delgado family, you wouldn't be standing here running your mouth.

Bruno's expression turned ugly. He clearly hadn't expected me to push back this hard.

Gerald slammed his palm on the tableThat's out of line! The way you talk, it's like this whole family survives on your charity!

Dad, since you don't think you need anything from me, then perfect. Stop using the Delgado cards.

I sat down and took a bite of the dumpling Bruno had madeNot great. Nowhere close to what our chef puts out.

But if you all love his cooking so much, let him make your breakfast every day. From now on, the chef only needs to prepare meals for me.

Quincy sneeredYou should be worried, Mick. Bruno's younger than you, better-looking than you, and more considerate than you. Keep acting this ungrateful and my sister's going to dump you!

I turned to WhitneyYou want a divorce? Fine. Bring me the papers. I'll sign them right now.

Whitney immediately shot Quincy a glare, then moved behind me and started massaging my shoulders.

Don't be upset, honey. Quincy's just immature. Don't stoop to his level.

She waved everyone toward the tableCome on, let's eat before everything gets cold.

The moment everyone sat down, Bruno put on his pitiful actMs. Zhuang, I'm really sorry about last time. I can't believe I wrecked Mick's car.

My driving is just so terrible. God, I'm such an idiot!

Whitney's voice was all silk and sweetnessIt's fine. Practice makes perfect. Every good driver started somewhere.

But your car's the shared one, and there's nothing else for me to practice on.

I really like that Phantom of Mick's, though I'm guessing he won't lend it to me anymore.

If you already know I won't lend it, you shouldn't have brought it up. Oh, and babe, you still haven't paid me back for my Cullinan. If I don't see that money soon, I will be suing your little assistant.

Whitney's smile froze for a split second before she switched to coaxing meHoney, when have I ever shorted you? Once this month's dividends come through, I'll wire it to you right away.

Quincy was grinning ear to ear, practically glowing with smugnessMy sister's company has been killing it these past two years. She's about to secure funding and go public. Bro, you don't need to act tough. Even without you, our family's still high society.

Sis, go open a new bank account and get the whole family set up with cards. We don't even want Mick's card anymore. Even if he begs us to use it, we won't!

The truth was, without my family backing her from the shadows, Whitney's company would've gone under years ago.

But the Zhuangs would never grasp that. Without me, they were nobodies scraping the bottom of the barrel.

I'm hitting the golf course with the boys today. Don't wait up for dinner.

The second I left the house, I contacted a private investigator to dig into Bruno.

The guy's intentions were painfully obvious. He wanted to replace me.

Whitney knew exactly what was going on in his head, but she played dumb on purpose. She got off on the attention, on having a younger man fawning over her.

The two of them deserved each other.

I was mid-swing on the back nine when my phone buzzed with a transaction alert. Twelve million dollars. Charged at the dealership.

That number was the exact price of a Phantom.

I tore through my wallet. Sure enough, one of my bank cards was missing.

Seconds later, Bruno posted on social media. In the photo, he was leaning against a brand-new Rolls-Royce Phantom, beaming like he'd won the lottery.

The caption readBest boss ever! My driving's terrible so she went out and bought me a brand-new car to practice on!

Probably worried I might miss it, Bruno sent the photo directly to me.

Hey Mick, I won't be asking to borrow your car anymore. Ms. Zhuang was worried I'd wreck yours again, so she just bought me my own.

She said I can drive it however I want. If I total it, she'll buy me another one.

My buddy noticed the look on my face and askedWhat happened? Something wrong?

Nothing much. Someone just charged twelve million to my card.

Come on. Let's go catch a thief.

My boys and I rolled up to Whitney's company. By the time we got there, they'd just pulled in too.

Bruno spotted me and lit up like it was Christmas morningMick! You here to see my new ride? It's nothing special, really. Exact same model as yours. Oh wait, actually mine's the higher trim.

Whitney didn't show a shred of guilt. If anything, she looked righteous about it.

Honey, you wouldn't lend Bruno the car, so what was I supposed to do? I had to buy him a new one.

Honestly, Mick, if you'd just let me borrow the car in the first place, Ms. Zhuang wouldn't have had to spend the money. Don't you think?

He raised his eyebrows, leaning in so close he was practically dancing in my face.

But the next second, a wall of bodyguards in black swept in, wrenched his arms behind his back, and slammed him against the wall.