Mind-Reading: Steal the Billionaire
Language: en
The moment I found a long, black hair in my husband’s underwear, I developed the ability to read minds. It happened to be the day my husband’s colleagues were coming over for a party. That’s when I heard her thoughts, loud and clear: [She has no idea. She has no idea her "rich" husband has already slept with me three times.] Next to her, her so-called broke boyfriend was staring at his shoes, thinking: [How am I supposed to tell her I'm the heir to a ten-billion-dollar fortune?] I almost laughed out loud. That cheat I married? I’d paid for everything he owned, from his designer shoes to…