Taking the Fall for His Illegal Driving
Right before New Year’s, the sports car I had waited six months for was finally delivered. However, my wife Vanessa snatched the keys from my hand.
“Ryan likes sports cars. Let him take yours for a quick spin.”
I refused. I knew her godbrother, Ryan, did not even have a driver’s license.
Still, she secretly gave him the keys anyway. When I saw my car again, the car hood was covered in blood.
Vanessa was holding Ryan. Her face was full of distress, and her words left me stunned.
“Honey, please take the blame for Ryan. No one will make things hard for you with your background.”
I immediately refused, but Vanessa then pulled out her phone.
“I already turned you in. Just go along with it. You’ll be fine.”
I could not believe my eyes when I saw the police call history.