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.

hasn’t the groom and his family arrived yet?” Fiona frowned and glanced at the handful of people in the church. She was dressed in a gorgeous, soft purple dress. The subtle makeup accentuated her features

like the Lester family didn’t value the marriage. However, Janet wasn’t

“Will you give me the money as soon

to trade her

money as promised. Don’t keep asking about it.” Regardless of how gentle Fiona tried to sound,

Meanwhile, Jocelyn also arrived.

splashy outfit and expensive

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

dress.

was all his fault. A moment’s passion had ended his relationship with

practically dragged him to the church. However, he

Janet ever since he arrived at the church. Jocelyn

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

began yelling at Steve, irrespective of the occasion. “Believe it or not, I’ll gouge your eyes out. What the hell is so good about that