The Rich Wife's Regret novel Chapter 6

The next morning, I fixed Mom’s breakfast and left the hospital. The house had been sold to pay for my bail, so with Mom in the hospital, I was actually saving money on rent.

I worked at a small Ferrari dealership – every sale counted. If I could sell just one car, it would cover Mom’s medical bills for six months.

I figured Zoe’s little stunt at the bar was her way of getting back at me, but I never imagined she’d show up at the dealership.

She walked in, her face cold, and the other salespeople swarmed around her.

I retreated to a corner, hoping she was just here to buy a car.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Zoe brushed past the other salespeople and stopped in front of me, her high heels clicking just like the day she’d sent me to the hospital. The look in her eyes was the same look she’d given me the day she’d broken my hands.

My injured wrist throbbed.

“So, you’re here,” she said, her voice flat.

My heart sank.

She raised an eyebrow, a cruel smile playing on her lips. “Aren’t you going to show me the cars?”

I led her to a car, and she opened the door, then frowned.

“It’s too high. My skirt is too tight. How am I supposed to get in?”

I wanted to disappear.

After ten seconds of silence, her patience snapped.

“Is this how you treat customers here? Can’t you understand English? Get on your knees!”

I looked at her, humiliation burning through me. I clenched my fists, thinking of Mom, then released them. I rolled up my pant leg and knelt, offering her my knee as a step.

But Zoe wanted more.

“You think one leg can hold me? What if I fall? Whose fault will that be? Put your head down, too.”

Her words were a physical blow, forcing my head to the floor.

She stepped on my back, grinding her heel into my spine.

“Looks like your mommy is really sick, huh?”

“What an honor to be stepping on a famous artist.”

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