Billionaire’s Stand-In Wife

SHEILAI wake up with a start, groaning at the sound of my alarm clock blaring in my ear. It's Monday morning, the bane of my existence. I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and glance at the clock. 7:30 AM.Great, just great. I have precisely fifteen minutes to get ready for work. Why do I always hit the snooze button one too many times?I rush to the bathroom, almost tripping over my own feet in the process. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I have to admit, I look like a hot mess. My curly hair is a wild tangle of bedhead, and my eyes still have the remnants of sleep crusted at the corners. I squint at my reflection, trying to decide if I have enough time for a quick shower or if I'll have to settle for a splash of water on my face. Who am I kidding? A shower is out of the question. Water on the face it is.I quickly splash my face with water, trying to wake myself up. "Come on, Sheila, you can do this," I mutter to myself. I reach for my toothbrus

SHEILAI push my cart through the aisles of the grocery store, carefully selecting items for the week. My budget is tight, and I'm trying to make sure I get the essentials without overspending. As I reach for a box of cereal, I glance at the price tag and my heart sinks. I'm running out of money faster than I anticipated.With a sigh, I put the cereal back on the shelf and continue my shopping, mentally calculating how much I've spent so far. My thoughts drift to the bills waiting for me at home, the looming rent payment, and the fact that I still haven't found a job after leaving my last one.After grabbing a few more items, I make my way to the checkout line and watch as the cashier scans each item. The total on the screen makes my stomach churn, and I hand over my card with a forced smile.As I walk out of the store with my grocery bags in tow, I feel a mixture of frustration and anxiety. I need a job, and I need one soon. My savings won't last forever, and I can't rely on my frien