My Husband Let His Mistress Drive My Mercedes—When She Wrecked It, I Reported the Car as Taken Without My Consent

spoke.

“Simone, please.”

I turned toward him.

His voice cracked.

“Don’t do this.”

The officer handed me a business card.

“I’ll give you both a few minutes. Mrs. Patterson, call me when you’re ready.”

Then he walked out.

The front door closed.

And suddenly the house was silent.

Not peaceful.

Just quiet enough for the truth to stand between us.