The Expiration Date
Language: en
Oliver Sterling rested his elbow on the window seal of his car, smiling at the paparazzi. "If you're looking to sell those scandalous shots, make sure you find my wife. She’s the one who actually enjoys handling this crap." Mention Oliver Sterling's wife, and everyone in our high-society circle would roll their eyes in unison. "The ultimate gold-digger. She’d never dream of divorcing him." Nobody seemed to remember that three years ago, when Oliver actually deigned to marry me, he had explicitly warned them all to go easy on me. "This is my wife. She's young, so try to cut her some…