Miles
I waited, eyes fixed on the entrance, barely paying attention to whatever Mrs. Crown was saying. I hummed at intervals, pretending to be engaged, but my thoughts were elsewhere. If I was this restless, I could only imagine how Cheryl was going to handle tonight.
I swapped my empty glass of champagne for a full one, checking my watch again. She's late. And that's already one of her points gone—losing before she even started.
"Are you waiting for someone?" Mrs. Crown asked, clearly noticing my impatience.
"Hmm?" I turned to her with a polite smile. "Yes. My wife."
Her eyes widened in shock.
It was no secret that I was married, but since Cheryl had never attended an event with me, rumors had spread. Some claimed my wedding was a PR stunt. Others suggested my wife was too unattract
