No Remarriage For The Woman Who Traded Me For My Rival
Language: en
The New Year's Day dinner was loud, crowded, and already too boozy. My mother, bless her heart, chose that moment—right between the turkey and the pie—to become utterly weepy. She grabbed my wife, Vanessa, the CEO of the local manufacturing plant, by the hand, her eyes swimming. “Vanessa, honey, thank you. Thank you for making an exception and hiring my oldest boy as the Chief Engineer.” “Felix never finished high school; jobs are so hard for him. It’s a miracle you—his sister-in-law—helped him out.” “I promise, he’ll pay you back…” I smoothly took the glass of wine from her hand. “Mom,…