My Wife’s Boy Toy Smashed My Luxury Car

While driving home with my wife, a strikingly handsome man suddenly appeared, forcing our car to stop.

He smashed the window and barked at me to get out.

Confused, I froze—until my wife jumped out and wrapped her arms around him, whispering in a soothing voice:

“Stop it, sweetheart! I didn’t mean to ignore your call. I was just busy with the family dinner.”

My heart skipped a beat. I reached for the door handle, but she pressed me back with her free hand, hissing:

“Stay put! Don’t scare her!”

The man jabbed a finger at me, spitting curses: