Chasing My Runaway Wife
She drags me from my chair.
This is the ninth store we’re entering, and I’m already feeling bad for him. “Calm down, he’s a billionaire. A few million won’t hurt him.” She says, taking a dress from the rack for me to try. However, my attention is not on her; rather, my eyes are focused on Christine. Just on cue, our gaze meets, and she smirks.
“If it isn't the gold-digging whore.” She says, giving me a digested look. “Excuse me, who on earth are you?” Catherine jumps to my defense before I can say anything.