His Fake Marriage Saved My Fortune
Language: en
Three days before my son’s fifth birthday, I sat on the edge of his bed, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. I asked him what he wanted this year, hoping to get a head start on the preparations. Toby blinked his big, innocent eyes. A bright, enthusiastic smile spread across his face. "When I grow up, I want to be just like Daddy and have two wives!" he chirped, his voice bubbling with excitement. "One to stay at home like a tired old hag to scrub the floors, and one to keep outside who is pretty and fun." The air left my lungs in a sharp, painful gasp. I looked down at…