Not My Bra In The Glovebox

Finding another woman's neon-leopard-print bra in your husband's prized vintage convertible is bad. Realizing he's using the car you legally own to cheat on you? That requires a special kind of audit.

For twenty years, Janice Everist has been the perfect, "boring" wife, balancing the checkbook, running the household, and quietly managing Stephen’s massive ego. So when Stephen offers a hilariously insulting lie about a dipstick to explain the hot-pink lace, Janice doesn't scream. She doesn't throw a tantrum. She does what a meticulous auditor does best: she runs the numbers.

Armed with Stephen's own four-thousand-dollar dashcam footage and the help of his deeply disgruntled mechanic, Janice quietly calculates her exit. Stephen thinks his biggest worry is winning "Best in Show" at the upcoming country club classic car rally. He has no idea his perfectly waxed convertible is about to become a Trojan horse, rigged to broadcast his deepest secrets to the entire town.

Revenge is a dish best served with a clean title, a one-dollar bill, and a fully funded getaway vehicle.