My Arrogant Wife's Secret Luxury Suite

I had just driven out of the driveway when my phone buzzed with an unknown number.

"Hey man, your car is blocking the exit. I'm trapped here and can't get out."

I frowned, glancing at my hands on the steering wheel. I kept my tone polite.

"My car? I'm literally driving right now. You must have the wrong number."

The caller paused for a second.

"No way. The license plate matches perfectly. A black Audi Q8. Isn't that yours? It's parked right outside the Sterling Hotel."

A sudden, icy hand gripped my heart.

That was Chloe's car.