The Wager Agreement
Language: en
To settle a bet, I went undercover as an intern at my husband Vincent’s company. On the first day, a woman waved a marriage certificate at the front desk, sneering, “I’m the real Mrs. Aronsohn! Why are you slouching? Keep your head down till Vincent gets here!” She even insulted the cafeteria food and threatened to replace it with a Michelin chef. A scared colleague pulled me back. “That’s Isabelle Ferrari—Vincent’s idol. He proposed 99 times before she said yes. Cross her, and you’ll disappear.” I almost laughed. I called my brother: “Bring Vincent down here with divorce papers. In five…