Replacing His Wife in Exile
Language: en
At the farewell banquet for the humanitarian medical mission to East Africa, the room was thick with the scent of roasted meats, cheap red wine, and the restless energy of people playing Truth or Dare. When the neck of the empty beer bottle spun to a halt, pointing directly at Chloe—the resident working under my husband, Austin—she didn't flinch. Instead, she turned her chin slightly, her gaze sliding over me with cool, unbothered disdain. "I signed up for the African relief mission," Chloe said, her voice lilting, loud enough to cut through the hum of chatter. "But my husband couldn't…