Regretful Divorce: My Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire
John continued, “I also did a little deep-diving into your wife’s life. Something didn’t quite add up after I heard that one, Sir.”
“Go on, John, spit it out.”
“Well, you see, Sir, it appears Emily isn’t the woman you thought she was. We couldn’t pick her up on the system, either...”
Listening to the news of my wife’s fake identity, I sat there flabbergasted.
“Thanks, John. That’s all I needed to know. Good job,” and I hung up the phone.
An hour later I was still glued to my chair, my cup of tea now cold, when my phone rang. Jake’s ID popped up on the screen. My best friend couldn’t have called at a better time.
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