Oh No! I Hired My Husband's Boyfriend
The crowd recoiled as one.
“Oh, thank God!” I cried out, my voice dripping with saccharine relief. “You wore the diapers today! You actually wore the adult diapers! Oh, George, you’re so prepared. Everyone, please, don’t mind the smell or the... bulk. He’s doing his best!”
The hall erupted. Not in cheers, but in the kind of cruel, snickering laughter that kills reputations faster than a stock market crash.
“A diaper?” a contestant from No. 12 whispered, loud enough for us to hear. “The Kendrick heir is wearing a Pampers?”
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