THE CEO'S SECRET WIFE
My mind was racing, my throat tightening with unshed tears.
Before I could respond, a voice cut through the commotion.
“Oh, Miss White, relax,” came the sharp, dismissive tone of none other than Karen Hilton—my mother-in-law.
She appeared with two equally elegant women flanking her, their perfectly coordinated outfits and haughty expressions making them look like an entourage from an elite fashion magazine. Karen walked toward us with slow, deliberate steps, her heels clicking against the marble floor.
“Don’t let her get to you,” Karen said, addressing the woman whose dress was stained with whiskey. Her tone was dripping with condescension, and it was clear she was more concerned with the wo
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