My Fake Wife And The Real Soldier

Summary

A text came through at 4:00 AM. A wedding invite, out of the blue, from a classmate I hadn't spoken to in years.

I work for the Defense Intelligence Agency, and the leave approval process is a bureaucratic nightmare. I politely declined the invitation.

The very next second, he sent a follow-up, his tone demanding.

“You don’t have to come, but you can gift us a house, and I’ll forgive you for skipping!”

I was stunned, thinking he was joking.

“I’ll wire you eight thousand dollars later. Happy wedding.”

His voice instantly went cold.

“Are you trying to insult me? A handout?”