Jerome walked over, champagne glass in hand. He wrapped an arm around Trina, who was clearly embarrassed, her head lowered.
“Kiko!” Jerome called out with a laugh. “Brother! Thanks for coming. But wait—weren’t you here to deliver soft drinks? Why are you parking in the VIP area?”
The mockery grew louder.
“Trina,” Jerome said smugly, “this is your ex? Good thing you left him. Look at him—still just a tricycle driver after all these years. No progress at all!”
Kiko said nothing. His face remained calm.
“Jerome,” he greeted politely. “Trina. Congratulations to both of you. I’m only here to give my gift.”
“A gift?” Jerome sneered. “What is it—a free tricycle ride? Don’t bother, brother. We already have a limousine.”
Kiko reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red box.
“Trina,” he said, looking straight into his former lover’s eyes, “do you remember? You always dreamed of riding in a Ferrari. You said you left me because all I had was a tricycle. That hurt… but it also became my motivation.”
He opened the box.
Inside was a gleaming key with a prancing horse logo.
“This is my gift.”
Kiko tossed the key to Jerome. The groom caught it, his hands trembling.
“What is this?” Jerome scoffed nervously. “A keychain?”
Suddenly, a powerful engine roared from outside.
VROOOOOOOOM!!!
The window of a large delivery truck rolled down. The rear door opened—and slowly descended a brand-new Ferrari 488 Spider, blazing red and dazzling under the sun.
The crowd froze.
Some gasped.
Some stumbled back in shock.
Others stood speechless, mouths wide open.
Jerome’s face drained of color. Trina’s knees shook.
“K-Kiko…” Trina stammered. “You… you own that?”
Kiko smiled faintly.
“I am now the owner of Kiko Logistics & Transport Corporation, Trina. That tricycle was my very first vehicle. I drove it here today to remind myself where I started.”
He glanced at the Ferrari.
“And that car? That’s my wedding gift to you.”
Kiko stepped closer to Jerome and lightly tapped his shoulder.
“Take good care of it, Jerome. Ferraris are fast… but karma is faster.”
Then he turned to Trina.
“I’m happy for you. You finally got the car of your dreams. It’s just a shame…”
He paused.
“…you chose the wrong driver.”
Kiko climbed back onto his tricycle.
PACH! PACH!
He drove away from the hotel, leaving behind a stunned silence and countless gaping stares.
Trina stood there, clutching the Ferrari key, tears streaming down her face—because she knew the thing she truly lost wasn’t a luxury car…
…but a man who was once willing to give her the whole world.
As the sound of the tricycle faded into the distance, the celebration slowly resumed—but something had already been irreversibly broken.
Jerome stood frozen, the Ferrari key heavy in his palm. For the first time that day, he wasn’t smiling. The applause, the music, the luxury around him suddenly felt hollow. He realized, too late, that wealth could be displayed… but dignity could not be borrowed.
Trina remained silent. She watched the empty road where Kiko had disappeared, her heart pounding with regret. In chasing a life of glitter and speed, she had abandoned the man who had been willing to build a future from nothing. The Ferrari she once dreamed of now felt like a cruel reminder of the choice she could never undo.
That night, long after the guests had gone home, the red sports car remained untouched in the parking lot.
Because some gifts aren’t meant to be driven.
They are meant to teach.
And Kiko’s gift taught them a truth they would carry forever:
Never measure a person by what they have today—measure them by the strength it takes to rise.