After I Exposed My Billionaire Wife's Lovers友英英 著
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On our third wedding anniversary, I found a note buried in Armani's phone.
Inside were a hundred and eight photos, each one tagged with detailed little annotations.
Under twenty-five. Six-foot-two. Eight-pack abs. Inverted triangle build. Not a single one of them was me. So this was the answer to her so-called "low sex drive." The mystery finally cracked wide open.
I sat there in silence for about three seconds. Then I turned around and started backing up every piece of evidence.
Then came the company's annual gala. I sent an email to the entire company group chat, with an attachment titled:
"Employee of the Year: Most 'Dedicated' Worker Award.PPT"*
Kian:*"Congratulations to President Armani, who worked day and night to assemble an entire squad of male escorts."
Kian:"May they all rot together."
I'd just hung up with the real estate agent.