The Stand-In Game
The things I meant to say caught in my throat.
Andrew rubbed his brow, impatience undisguised, and continued, "Everyone's wondering who you are. To keep it from reflecting on Connolly Group, you'll put out a statement explaining who you are, but don't say you're my wife."
The implication was clear. I was to pacify the public with an excuse while denying our marriage. I scoffed to myself at being treated like a walking blight.
I took a deep breath, pulled up the kissing photo on my phone, and held it toward Andrew. "Who is she?"
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