My Billionaire Wife Faked Being Poor
Language: en
My wife, Adora Caldwell, was sick again and terrified of calling in. She was shivering on the bed, truly frightened. I wanted to call her office myself to clear her absence, but she pleaded with me, her hand clamped tight around my arm. She just needed me to comfort her, to promise I wouldn't go near her work. But I went anyway. For her. The receptionist’s eyes widened in confusion as I spoke. “You have to be joking, sir,” she said. “The person you’re asking about is our CEO.” “And our CEO, Ms. Caldwell, comes in and leaves with her husband every day.” “Her husband doesn’t... look like…