After dinner, we tactfully left early, allowing the young employees to truly relax and enjoy their evening.
But, as soon as I got into the car, I discovered that my passenger seat had been moved.
There were also some cute anime beauties pasted on the four corners of the sun visor cover.
Except for me, no one dared to use Harvey as a driver and no one dared to sit in the passenger seat.
But, it was so easy to guess who did it.
A sudden, inexplicable fire surged within me, its intensity catching me off guard.
Though I did not want to admit it, at that moment, I was utterly consumed. Even my scalp prickled and my thoughts spiraled into chaos.
I had turned a blind eye when Harvey gave a Chanel dress to Stephanie, choosing to let it slide for the sake of peace.
But then, she had dared to leave her mark in my private space, a blatant act of provocation.
In five years of marriage, I had never felt anger as raw as that. Every nerve in my body screamed for retribution.
I wanted to raise my hand and slap Harvey across the face, shove him out of the car and drive straight to Stephanie to deliver two hard slaps of her own.