My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 2 The Wedding

A few days later, Janet arrived at a small church in the suburbs, wearing a simple white slip dress.

She was getting married today.She was going to marry a man she had never seen before.She didn’t bother renting a wedding dress because she didn’t want to pay for it. Janet had to pay the medical fees for Hannah’s surgery.She bought some white baby’s-breath in a flower shop and asked the seller to give her an extra white silk ribbon to braid her hair. Janet looked pure and innocent.

It was time for the wedding, but the groom hadn’t arrived yet. The wedding venue was almost empty — only a few people had arrived.

“Don’t worry. He’s probably stuck in traffic. Let’s wait a little longer,” Bernie comforted Janet.

Janet’s breathing faltered.

She had heard something about the man she was going to marry. His name was Ethan Lester. The man didn’t have a decent job and was an idler who wasted his time hanging out with punks from the streets all the time.

The thought of marrying someone like him made Janet stomach churn with anxiety, but she had no choice.

and glanced at the handful of people in the church. She was dressed

marriage. However, Janet wasn’t bothered. She

leaned closer to Fiona and whispered, “Will you give

trade her

Why do you keep talking about money all the time? Don’t worry. I will give you the money as promised. Don’t keep asking about it.” Regardless of

Meanwhile, Jocelyn also arrived.

into the church in a splashy outfit and expensive

toward Bernie and Fiona with a smug smile. She had stolen Janet’s wealthy boyfriend, leaving her

when he saw Janet in her wedding dress. A ball of guilt settled in

all his fault. A moment’s passion had ended his relationship with the love of

dragged him to the church. However, he couldn’t refuse after learning that Jocelyn was

he arrived at the church.

all these years. Janet managed to captivate everyone with her charm. People always paid attention to her

grew furious and began yelling at Steve, irrespective of the occasion. “Believe it or not, I’ll gouge your eyes out. What