The Proxy Wife's Revenge
Language: en
Married for three years, Asher Sterling had never touched me. I put on a lace nightgown, faked hickeys on my neck, and took a photo of myself pretending to sleep from a third-person perspective. "Bro, she smells amazing. Hurry up and divorce her, give her to me, okay?" I guessed that receiving this anonymous message would make Asher disgusted and furious, finally discarding me—his substitute for my sister—like trash. I thought this time, I could finally divorce him.