KIMANI
When I woke up, my stomach felt like it was hosting a family reunion of butterflies. Nervous wasn’t even the word—it felt like the first day of school all over again. Only this time, I wasn’t a clueless teenager. I was about to walk into my husband’s company, sit for an interview, and pretend like I wasn’t secretly married to the man who ran the entire empire.
Undercover wife. Secret agent. Professional disguise wearer.
Yeah, my life had turned into a TV drama.
I got ready carefully, making sure the wig was snugly in place before brushing it into neat waves the way Malik had shown me. Then came the glasses. Oversized, heavy, and making me feel like I should be correcting someone’s grammar on the internet. I followed Malik’s exact makeup routine from yesterday, muttering to mysel
