Chapter 2How to Prank Your Billionaire Husband

Step one of the Runaway Wife plan: Pick a getaway car.

I went down to the garage and chose Caleb's favorite matte black Bugatti.

Sorry, Caleb. It's for the plot.

To make it authentic, I waited until his busiest workday to peel out of the driveway. Driving a supercar with the top down, wind in my hair... this was the life. Caleb could go kick rocks.

I drove straight to my best friend Faye's apartment.

Lying on her sofa, I laid out my brilliant plan. Faye laughed so hard she nearly choked on her popcorn.

"Chloe, are you serious?" she asked, wiping tears from her eyes. "What did our CEO do this time?"

Okay, I admit our previous fights were petty. Like the time he forgot to buy me the new Hermès bag (I forgot to ask), or the time he ate spicy food next to me while I was on my period.

But this time! This time it was 100% Caleb's fault.

"Spill," Faye said, settling in. She's been watching the Caleb-and-Chloe show since college. She knows we're inseparable, so she treats our fights like prime-time entertainment.

"Put down the chips, Sergeant Faye. This is serious."

"Yes, General Chloe."

The reason for this cold war was tragic. Truly heartbreaking.