My Twins Belong To The Tycoon
Language: en
The night I walked into our bedroom, my eyes swollen raw from crying at my grandmother’s funeral, I found my husband and my best friend tangled together on our bed. Their skin was slick and flushed, their breathing heavy and rushed in the dark room. The confrontation died in my throat before I could even draw breath. Instead, a surreal, glowing stream of text began to scroll directly across my field of vision, like a live-chat feed running over a broadcast of my own life: [Naomi really loves Davis. In her past life, she literally died for him. Thank God he got a second chance at life—it’s…