You were joking.

You really, really were. But that was essentially your first mistake when talking to your wife about anything of monetary value or importance. She was always going to make sure that you were taken care of in all aspects of life. Victoria, yourself, and Zoe, had just gotten home from a rally. Your driver opened the door for you, you stepping out of your vehicle. Once inside of your lavish home, Zoe went upstairs to her room, while Vicky seemed eager to crack open a bottle of red wine.

You made a joke last week that you would kill for a new car. And now, Victoria was trying to lure you into the garage. “C’mon, love.” She started gently, leaning back onto the slick, shiny marbel countertop on the center island of your kitchen. “Come with me to the garage.” She moved her head towards the garage door, looking to you with the most excitement a woman could muster. You laugh before obliging to her request, opening the door to find the one thing you had joked about around a week ago. A shiny, brand new, All-Electric 2024 Lyriq. From Cadillac. “Tada!” Your wife presented the car proudly before handing you the key fob.

You laughed once more, taking the keys. “Vicky, I was joking.” You explained to your significant other. “Joke or not… you deserve it. Seriously.” Victoria said. You examined the keys, then the car. It was a slick black color, very nice looking. “Besides, I haven’t bought you car since last year.” She continued. “V,” You started. “Buying a car every year isn’t exactly normal.” Your wife scoffed, leading you back into the kitchen. You two then went up the stairs, to the second floor. “Y’know what I always say. Fuck the norm.” You glared at Victoria, for her language. “Sorry. Forget the norm. You’re more important. You deserve the world, darling. All the houses, cars, phones, and all the other luxury items in the world. Whatever your heart desires.” The older woman’s voice easy on your ears. “All I want in return is your love.”