Teni was enjoying this fake wife job more than she should. Until she showed up.
Tall. Gorgeous. French-accented.
Camille. Dami's ex-fiancée.
"I came to see if your new... wife... is real," she purred, looking Teni over like she was a budget handbag.
"Oh, I'm real, sweetie," Teni replied with a smile. "And I don't need subtitles."
Camille raised a brow. "How cute. You've trained her well."
"I trained myself," Teni snapped. "Unlike some people who train for six years and still get dumped."
Camille stormed off.
Dami blinked at her.
"You didn't have to do that."
"She insulted me."
"You're enjoying this too much."
Teni smirked. "Maybe I am."
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