Hot Ice Cream. I'm the Boss's Wife

The Heels That Shouldn't Exist

I used to tease him about it.

"My birthday's in three months, and you're already buying gifts?"

He didn't look up, just kept scrolling with that gentle, spoiled tone he saved for me. "What? I can't buy you something just because? I get my girlfriend gifts whenever I want."

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Now, those very heels were right in front of me.

Brittany caught me looking and lifted her foot as if she were showing off a treasure. "What are you staring at?"

She smirked, her voice oozing with superiority. "You think you can even look at these? Do you know what a luxury brand is? You could scoop ice cream your whole life and never afford it."

I never wanted the shoes anyway, and told Nathan not to bother.

Still, I recognized the design. Influencers had been wearing them nonstop.

I swallowed my anger and chose to probe her. "You're pregnant. Probably not the best choice of shoes. Thin soles, hard heels, and no grip."

She shot back fast, "Oh wow, look at Miss Expert over here. Jealous much? Do you even know how to say the brand name?"

She tapped her heel proudly. "My husband bought these for me. If I complain, he buys another pair. Men like that don't show up for girls like you."

Nathan did have a heel kink. He used to ask me to wear them in bed, but I never did.

Reflecting on it now made my stomach turn.

As the crowd shifted in her favor, Brittany dropped the act.

She stood up straighter, arms crossed, and looked around like she ran the place. "Where's the store manager? I've been here so many times. He knows me. Fire this girl now and cut her pay. All of it. My phone costs a thousand. She's not leaving until she covers it."

People whispered around us.

"Well, that's karma, if you ask me."

"This feels like watching a live drama. Girl, send me another episode."

"When will these workers learn? The customer is always right. Act stupid, get what's coming to you."

Brittany lifted her chin higher, thriving on the attention. "Where's your store manager? Get him out of here. If he continues to waste my time, he's also fired!"

The store manager came running out, sweating. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I have no idea who you are."

He looked at me briefly. "Emily has been here for three days, and she's shown nothing but politeness and diligence. Customers appreciate her. I can't fire her without cause.

"We have cameras too. We can wait for the owner and review everything."

Good. I applauded him silently.

However, a thought crept in anyway. If the manager doesn't know her... are those heels just a coincidence?

The crowd exploded again.

"Oh wow, she lied. Even the store manager doesn't know her? The boss' wife? Please."

"Done acting now? All that drama for nothing."

"I knew she was trouble. Bullying staff isn't a talent."

Every insult caused Brittany's face to darken shade by shade.

Then she suddenly grabbed a fresh cup of hot tea and threw it at the manager. "You blind idiot! Here, wash your eyes! You're all fired!"

The tea was steaming.

The store manager screamed and dropped to the floor, holding his face.

I grabbed ice and snapped, "Brittany, that tea was 140°F. You threw it at him. Don't you dare leave. I'm calling the cops."

She glared at me, unbothered. "Go ahead. This all happened because you wouldn't serve me."

Then, she faced the store manager. "And you! How could you even hire someone this worthless?"

My hands trembled as I dialed emergency services. "If you're that capable, then sure—make a hot ice cream. Let's see it."

She sneered. "Why would I do something so low-class? That's work for people like you."

Suddenly, the crowd split like the Red Sea.

A heavyset man in a suit walked in with some skinny guys behind him, a mall manager's badge shining on his chest. "Well, well. My dear niece-in-law, who pissed you off?"

Brittany brightened right away. "Uncle Philip, tell them this is your nephew's store. Make them pay! That cashier talked back and tried to make me miscarry!"