He Kept Me Poor,While His Mistress Wore My Heirloom

I was riding my electric scooter home from work when a Porsche hit me.

The woman behind the wheel got out to check on me right away.

Head-to-toe designer, dripping in jewelry, skin so flawless it practically glowed.

Standing next to me in my plain clothes, weathered from years of sun and rain, we couldn't have looked more different.

She looked over my injuries and let out a relieved breath.

“Just a scrape. Nothing serious.”

“I don't carry cash, and I can't be bothered to file an insurance claim. Tell you what, just go to my boyfriend's company tomorrow.”