He Thanked The Wrong Wife
Now the woman stepped up beside him onstage and smoothed his doctoral gown like she'd done it a hundred times.
Edward lifted his hand and held hers.
The look he gave her—soft, warm, almost worshipful.
Yeah. I'd never gotten that look.
Students and professors below the stage started cheering, teasing the campus power couple.
Meanwhile, the actual wife who carried him for four straight years?
Standing in the crowd. Invisible.
For four years, I spun like a top just to cover Edward's "treatments" and PhD bills.
Before dawn, I was at the seafood market gutting fish.
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