Imposter’s Blues
"Five years of marriage—that’s a long time. The custom blue Santana isn’t too much to ask for, is it?"
His words made me laugh out loud. He was truly delusional.
"Sure," I said, smirking. "Kneel and beg, and I’ll give it to you." My tone was lofty, the gap between us insurmountable.
"Emily, don’t push it! I’m being generous with you." Max’s face twisted in rage as he shouted, attracting the attention of passersby.
I stepped back, distancing myself from his tantrum. From a distance, I spotted a sleek, imposing motorcade of black luxury cars heading toward us. Leading the convoy was an especially striking, high-end black car.
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