Glitch in the Timeline: My Billionaire Husband Knew I Was a Fake
Language: en
Everyone assumed I secured my position as the wife of Manhattan’s most elusive tech billionaire purely through my face and a perfectly timed, "amnesia-inducing" car crash. Until one day, my genius ex-boyfriend showed up at a high-society gala with his newly invented time machine, publicly provoking my husband: "Mr. Pierce, wouldn't you like to see what your pure, innocent, obedient little wife was actually like when she was eighteen?" A cold sweat broke out across my back. I was just about to laugh it off and change the subject. But my usually composed, aloof husband crushed his cigar…