Yet, she’d insisted she didn’t want to be a housewife, so I gave her control over one of our branches. However, while the other branches thrived, hers consistently bled money — losses in the millions every year. Still, I never questioned it. I thought I was giving her a chance to learn.
But now? Now I realized I’d been a fool.
I instructed the finance department to take immediate legal action and dig deeper into the missing funds.
When we left the hospital, I barely had time to process what I’d learned before another shock hit me. As I drove out of the parking lot, a Porsche swerved in front of us, crashing straight into my car.
I jumped out to check the damage. But when I saw the license plate, my heart sank.
It was the same Porsche I’d bought Rhea for her birthday.
A man climbed out, middle-aged and angry. Gripping a baseball bat, he stormed towards me.
"Watch where you’re going, you idiot!" he barked. "Do you know what kind of car this is? A Porsche! One you’ll never afford in your pathetic life!"
I glanced at my own car — a modest two-thousand-dollar vehicle that had been with me since the start of my journey. It wasn’t much, but it meant the world to me.