On my anniversary, my billionaire parents gave me a sports car. The next day, my husband came to my office and demanded the keys, saying, “That sports car belongs to me.” When I refused, he stormed out angrily. A few hours later, he called me laughing and said, “I burned your dream sports car.” I rushed home, but when I arrived, I couldn’t stop laughing because the car he burned was…
On our third wedding anniversary, my parents slid a small black box across the table. When I opened it, a key fob with a silver bull rested inside.
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“A Lamborghini?” I whispered.
My mother smiled warmly. “Happy anniversary, Samantha.”
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