My Ex-boyfriend Has An Incurable Disease

The next day, I went to work with dark circles under my eyes. As soon as I entered the office, I heard the employees whispering that Ariana had posted a photo of her boyfriend on her social media. He looked very rich and even let her drive a Maybach.

I sounded an alarm in my heart and asked one of the employees for his mobile phone.

In the photo, Ariana was wearing a black sequined dress and sitting in a red Maybach. The man next to her had his head lowered so deeply that his appearance could not be seen clearly.

But the cuff link on the sleeve of the suit exposed the fact that he was Lucas. More importantly, this car was exactly the same as the one in my house!

I drove home quickly and as soon as I entered the garage, I found that my most precious Maybach was missing.

I sent him a message with anger. [Lucas, did you lend my Maybach to someone else?]

I suppressed my anger, tightly grasped the phone in my hand and wished I could tear that man into pieces.

[Maybach? I borrowed it ....] He had not yet sobered up and replied in a daze. Then he quickly admitted as if he remembered something.

[Did I ever tell you that you can borrow any car except this one? It's my dad's legacy!]

The anger surged in my heart and I stepped up the stairs in my high heels.

As soon as I entered the room, I kicked him in the stomach and kicked him off the sofa.

He fell to the ground with a muffled sound and he also sobered up.

"Baby ... Baby, what's wrong?"

"Lucas, how dare you lend my Maybach to someone else!"

He was stunned for a moment. Before he reacted, I slapped him in the face and four bright red fingerprints immediately appeared on his face.

"I told you when we first started dating that you can use anything I have except this Maybach. You are so bold as to lend it to Ariana, that intern!"

"Babe, what are you talking about? I didn't lend your Maybach to anyone." He tried to dodge it.

"Well, how do you explain that the car is gone?"

I sat on the sofa and stared at him coldly as he spoke incoherently.

The man was stunned again. He turned over and knelt on the ground, with both hands resting on my knees, then tears streamed down his face.

"I was wrong. I scratched the car when I drove it out. I didn't dare to tell you. I thought I would get it fixed in the next two days. I have already sent it to the workshop."

If I had not heard my colleague's words this morning and seen the photos, I would have been deceived by Lucas' superb acting skills, but I knew it all too well in my heart!

"Lucas, I saw Ariana showing off the photos she took with my Maybach in the office this morning."

He froze and said, "It's impossible. When I lent it to her, I told her not to take photos."

"You said you didn't lend the car out, so why did you lend it to Ariana now?"

He probably felt guilty too, his voice getting quieter and quieter.

"Baby, I didn't dare to tell you because I was afraid you'd get angry."

He was so afraid that I would get angry, but the girl had started to take over my assets. How could I just stand by and watch?

"Alright, whoever scratched it should pay for it. Give me the bill from the workshop."

Facing my increasingly cold gaze, Lucas shivered uncontrollably.

"I haven't paid yet. I paid a deposit, but I haven't received a bill."

It was not that he had not received the bill, the car was still in Ariana’s hands, wasn't it?!

I guessed what Lucas was thinking was that the Maybach was in a separate garage and I would not even notice it for a while, so he could just wait for Ariana to drive it for a few days and then put it back in the garage.

I gave a cold smile and asked, "Which workshop did you repair it in? Come with me to take a look."

He picked up his phone and hurriedly went into the bathroom.

"Wait a minute, Babe, I'll wash my face first."

I followed him behind and heard him call that girl, saying to quickly take the Maybach to the nearest workshop and he would take care of it.

A few seconds later, I also dialed the girl's number and asked her to come to my house to deliver the documents.

"Is it right now, Miss Riley?"

"What, is there a problem?"

"I ... my father is hospitalized and I would like to take a leave now."

Listening to her lame excuses, I mercilessly exposed her.

"You lost your father at an early age, so where did you get your father from?"

Ariana's breath stuttered and she gritted her teeth, “It was my mother who found me a stepfather.”