The Day She Stabbed Me To Save Him
Language: en
On my birthday, Seraphina’s assistant, Blake, put me up for auction on a live stream like some used-up piece of furniture. The title screamed: “The Barren Trophy Husband, The Wastrel with the Zero-Count, The Parasite of the Maxwell Dynasty.” Seraphina was afraid I would show up at the company and make a scene. That evening, she brought home a carton of discount, near-expired chocolate mousse from the grocery store. The syrup was already seeping out of the cracked plastic rim. “Asher, Blake was just being playful,” she said, her voice strained. “He’s a little… brash, but he picked this…