Married for Revenge
But then, I was too tired to get on my feet, I had started the booking already, going back to start all over next time would be nothing but a complete waste of time.
She paused the program and went to my room to get my debit card. She emerged from the room in no time, asking where and what position I left my card.
"My handbag, Pamela," I yelled at her, she was wasting my time and I was tired of looking into the screen of my phone. Pamela was out again with the card, I inputted my twelve digits as requested, received an OTP from my bank and inputted the numbers for confirmation.
Pamela, on the other hand, did not suspect anything. All her mind was occupied with at the moment is the program sh
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