Emmy stormed over, her face burning with a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
“James, what are you doing?”
James’ deep voice teased at her, a soft laugh curling around every word and making her heart skip a beat.
“You’re my wife. Whatever other people’s wives have, you should have too.”
“We’ve got the house—now we just needed a car.”
The truth was, he’d ordered this ages ago. It wasn’t just any car—it was a global, custom limited edition. Even the windows were made from military-grade bulletproof glass.
He’d planned to take her to pick the color herself, but she was always so busy, never having a moment to spare. In the end, he’d had to ask Ivy for advice and picked out this color.
Tonight was the perfect time to finally give it to her.
His words were so blunt and full of warmth that Emmy felt an unexpected rush of emotion bubble up inside her.
She glanced past him, her eyes landing on the Porsche parked under the streetlights—a sleek, silver-pink beauty glowing softly in the dark.
Emmy had always loved Porsches; she could name every model without missing a beat. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember Porsche ever making something this gorgeous in this color.
She stared at it in disbelief. “Wait... no way. Is this one of those super limited editions?”
She’d heard rumors, but never seen one in real life. Cars like this cost millions, sometimes tens of millions. You could customize every detail, inside and out, and the world’s top designers would make it happen.
She loved cars, sure, but there was no way she’d ever spend that much just to get from place to place. It was just too much.
James watched her stunned reaction, a smile flickering in his eyes. He just gave a quiet “Kind of.”
Emmy was completely at a loss for words.
Beside her, Abriella finally snapped back to reality. She dashed over to the car, running her hands over the cool, glossy surface like she’d just found a treasure.
“Oh my god! Emmy, look at this color! The finish! These curves!”
She circled the car, practically hugging it.
“Girl, this is insane! Imagine pulling up anywhere in this—everyone would be staring! Your husband is on another level! Where did you even find him?”
Emmy’s cheeks burned even hotter at Abriella’s excitement. She glanced at James, trying to keep her cool.
“I love it. Seriously. But next time, don’t go spending so much, okay?”


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