My Ice Hockey Husband Faked Our Marriage so I Joined His Rival
Fairy lights draped over the trees, a live jazz band played near the pool, and waiters circulated with champagne.
It was extravagant. It was expensive. It was disgusting.
"Surprise!"
A chorus of voices erupted as we stepped onto the patio. Teammates, wives, sponsors, reporters. Flashes went off, blinding me.
I smiled. My face hurt from how fake it was.
"Oh, Liam!" I exclaimed, playing the part of the doting, surprised wife. "You shouldn't have!"
"Anything for my queen," Liam announced loudly, making sure the reporters heard.
I accepted a glass of champagne but didn't drink it. I held it like a prop.