No Longer Your Temporary Wife
Language: en
On our anniversary, Williams spent a small fortune to plaster my name across every digital billboard in the city. I watched the neon glow of my own name reflecting in his eyes, so moved that I let tears slip down my cheeks. That night, I officially declined my offer for an Ivy League graduate program, choosing him over my own future. But today, the building administrator came by for a routine residency check. She looked at me with a soft, pitying expression. "Mrs. Calloway, according to our system, this penthouse belongs to Camille Weaver. And the woman registered as your husband's legal…