My Wife's Face Is Inked on His Butt
Then, they shoved me into a waiting car.
The moment we got out of the car, a cluster of bright neon signs at a hotel entrance caught my eye.
"Fall and Rebirth: Global Live Charity Gala."
My heart hammered against my ribs. Before I could even process what was happening, they forced me into a tattoo chair. A dozen high-definition cameras were pointed squarely at my back, streaming live.
Annie, the CEO of her fashion empire, was seated in the front row, dead center. She held a glass of champagne with practiced poise, laughing and chatting with the business elite.
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