My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet turned in the direction of the voice and found a white BMW parked at the curb not far away.

Wearing cat-eye sunglasses and a_ figure-hugging strapless dress, Jocelyn sat in the car next to Steve.

She took off her sunglasses now, and smacked the gum she was chewing as she eyed Janet and Ethan.

"What, do you want a ride or something?" Jocelyn drawled.

"I suppose that's fine, but make sure you wipe your shoes before you get in, or you're going to dirty my babe's new car."

Janet took out her phone and wordlessly rounded the car to take photos of its license plate.

When she straightened, she pointed at the road sign just up ahead.

"Didn't you see that you're not allowed to park here? If you don't move right away, I'll report you to the traffic enforcers."

Steve's ears burned with shame.He didn't want to irritate Janet with Jocelyn and had wanted to drive away immediately, but Jocelyn had stopped him.

Jocelyn crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed.

"Go ahead, then.We can pay the fine, no matter how much it is.I'm not like you, who probably can't even afford to take a taxi.For all I know, you must be out here begging for alms, aren't you? Like some piss-poor vagrant.Oh, wait.Now that I think about it, our dog does the same."

Jocelyn's harsh words cut deep into Janet's skin.She gritted her teeth and looked at her feet to keep herself from spouting bitter curses at the woman.

Janet had worked hard to build herself up over time, yet her morale seemed to have crumbled in the blink of an eye.She felt as though she had regressed back to her younger, helpless self.

Janet clenched her fists so hard that her nails almost cut into her palm.

It was all she could do to keep her tears at bay.

She couldn't let anyone see her cry.

All of a sudden, Ethan pulled her back and took her in his arms.

Her forehead was then pressed against his broad, warm chest.

Just then, a Lamborghini sped toward them, its engine roaring in the otherwise serene highway.

a halt just a few feet

"Whose car is this?"

Jocelyn’s boyfriend exclaimed.

a limited

Steve couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking that the car was owned by some rich young master

neck and stared at the Lamborghini in

city—no, in the whole country—could

nothing compared

of the Lamborghini got out of said car, walked past the BMW, and stopped

a small bow and spoke

waiting, sir.Please get

her boyfriend were

how was that even

home," he

unfolding in front of her, her nostrils flared in

kind of man had Janet married? Janet had

she finally looked up and spotted the Lamborghini,

"Ethan..."

eyes never left the

ushered Janet into the backseat of the

without another word to

stole a glance at her and couldn't help but feel

he did regret losing her to

Steve's face as he looked at Janet

the first place

give a damn

didn't care about her supposed "loss" at

Steve seemed reluctant to leave

someone else? It'd only make

good, but it

into a rich and

without saying that she needed to marry a man richer and more powerful

her nose at Steve in disgust and said, "Let's