Bullied Wife In A Contract Marriage
She turned her head toward the kitchen and yelled, "Two mugs, Frank!"
I picked up the menu. It was massive. I had navigated billion-dollar mergers and read complex international trade agreements, but this menu was a maze. There were pictures of eggs, pancakes, burgers, and something called a "Monte Cristo." There were sections for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and "Midnight Cravings."
"There are too many options," I muttered. My voice sounded rough.
Amara let out a small sound. I looked up. She was biting her lip, trying to hide a smile.
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