”Mr.
President, your wife sent over the divorce papers.”
”How much alimony is she asking for?”
”Actually, she’s offering to pay ‘you’ alimony.”
Two years ago, he’d thought her the perfect wife: sweet, submissive, the kind of woman who’d make a lovely accessory to his life. She’d thought him the ideal husband: a handsome, workaholic billionaire who’d leave her alone.
She married him, but after divorce, it came out to be a marriage of convenience. No strings attached. Just a secret deal.
But now, after the divorce….
“Mr.
President, the mastermind behind our competition is… your ex-wife.”
“Mr.
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