A Counterfeit Heaven for Austin Drake
Language: en
I could see the Happiness Meter above my husband’s head. Seven years ago, it hit 100%, and I gave up my only chance to return to my own world just to marry him. Seven years later, my pregnancy only raised his meter by 1%, while a single smile from his new intern made it surge by twenty. When I caught them together, he shielded her naked body and told me not to touch what was his. Looking at his meter blazing at 92%, I quietly smiled and closed the door. “System,” I whispered. “He’s almost at one hundred percent again. This time, take me home.” He thought I was trapped with him forever. He…