Chapter 17. Threesome Bagged Us A Scholarship: pt. 2

I did my research before going. His wife, Zara Shawn, the chief founder of the company. I’d watched a podcast where she spilled everything: her husband—yeah, I forgot to mention his name is Dewis Knox—was literally her high school janitor.

She was in a position where she needed a man by her side to get some contracts to partner with bigger agencies, and they just happened to meet coincidentally, so when they crossed paths she straight-up asked him to marry her. Supposed to be a contract thing only, but she caught feelings along the way. I muttered all this with a slow, smug smirk, rocking back on the couch.

”So what does that tell you?” I raised one brow, grin widening. “She’s basically the head of everything he owns. She owns his life, his career, every damn thing. The nicest thing she could do is divorce his ass and leave him with nothing. And trust me, there are way worse things she could do to him.” I tapped my temple. “I bet bro wouldn’t want that. So he’s gonna act