Thank You For Stealing My Wife
Language: en
My wife’s college sweetheart just flew back into the country. The entire family was looking at me like I was already a corpse waiting to be hauled out. My mother-in-law didn't even flinch as she made up the master guest suite right in front of me, dropping the spare key into the man’s waiting hand. And me? I poured him a glass of bourbon, looked him dead in the eye, and said with complete, unadulterated sincerity: "Man, I’ve been waiting for you." I have been stuck inside this trashy romance novel for three years. For three long years, I have dreamed of returning the female lead to her…