I bought my son-in-law a vintage Porsche as a wedding gift, hoping he would drive my daughter toward a happy future. One month later, she texted me: “Dad, he abandoned me on the highway to go pick up his mistress.” In the very car I had bought. I didn’t have time to cry. I rushed to get her, took her straight to the hospital, and that’s when I heard the diagnosis: she was pregnant. He thought he had successfully trapped my daughter—but what I did next would cost him everything.

The vintage Porsche 911 I gifted my son-in-law wasn’t just a wedding present. It was a test, fitted with a GPS tracker. And Julian Vance failed that test exactly thirty-two days after the wedding.

At 11:45 PM, my phone alerted me. The car had stopped on the shoulder of Highway 101. Ten minutes later, my daughter, Sophie, called. Her voice wasn’t just crying; it was shattered.

“Dad… he left me. He said the car was too small. He said he had to go pick up someone else—a woman waiting at the gas station. He told me to catch a taxi in the rain.”

I found her an hour later in the emergency room, shaking vio;lentl;y beneath a thermal blanket. The doctor stepped out, her expression grim. “Thomas, under the circumstances, we have to be extremely careful with her medication. Because Sophie is six weeks pregnant.”

The world went silent. Julian hadn’t just abandoned his wife on a dark highway to pick up a mistress in the car I bought him. He had abandoned his unborn child.

I looked at my wife, Eleanor. She wasn’t crying. Eleanor was a woman of ice and
strategy. She was slowly twisting her emerald wedding ring, eyes fixed on the wall—a gesture she only made when calculating the total destruction of an enemy.

“He thinks he’s won,” Eleanor whispered, her voice a razor blade. “He thinks he has the car, the girl, and a wealthy wife he can mani;pula;te with a baby. He thinks he’s untouchable.”

I kissed my daughter’s forehead as she drifted into a medicated sleep. A rage I hadn’t felt in forty years turned my blood to liquid nitrogen.

“Julian Vance,” I whispered into the void. “You just traded a kingdom for a ride in the rain. And now, I’m going to make sure you never find your way back…”