The Eight Year Lie Of My Fake Secretary Wife
Language: en
The first time I went to my wife’s company to ask for sick leave, the receptionist was visibly baffled. “You have to be kidding me, sir. The person you’re referring to... she’s the owner of this entire corporation.” She tilted her head, her smile fading. “And our owner and her husband come and go together every day.” “Her husband definitely isn’t...” The elevator doors opened. In that next second, my wife—who should have been confined to a sickbed in our shabby apartment—stepped out, smiling brilliantly, arm in arm with her college sweetheart. Our eyes collided. Her smile fractured,…