Melomiri

My Cheating Husband Is My Employee

Language: en

Five years later, on a nondescript business trip to a city I barely knew, I found a lost little boy on a rain-slicked street corner. After I dropped him off at the local precinct, the officer asked the child for a parent’s contact information. When the phone rang and a familiar, baritone voice answered—saying, "Daddy’s almost there"—my hand tightened around my paper coffee cup until the cardboard buckled. Half an hour later, Maxwell, a man who was supposed to be a thousand miles away standing behind a university lectern, came bursting through the station doors, breathless and frantic. The…

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