My Wife Stole My Credit Card for Her First Love

My credit card was stolen.

I called the police.

I was sitting in the police station, halfway through giving my statement.

I saw my wife, who was supposed to be away on a business trip, and her first love, blushing, following closely behind her.

“Daniel Wright, are you wasting police resources over this?”

My wife slammed the letter of apology onto the table. “Sign it now! I don’t have time to argue with you.”

I glanced at the figure written on the apology—equal to three years of her salary—and smiled.

“You want me to sign it?”