You're My Guilty Pleasure
Her perfectly manicured hand, adorned with rings, gestures toward me.
Dasha, still swaying to her TikTok rhythm, replies casually, “Sir’s wife.”
The woman freezes, her expression morphing into one of disbelief. “What!?” Her voice rises, drawing attention from passersby. People in the area start to slow their pace, their curiosity piqued. “That’s not true! I’m the one who’s supposed to be Alex’s wife!” Her voice drips with venom as her gaze flickers over me with open disdain. “She’s not even that pretty!”
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