My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was already half past one when Janet got home that evening.

Quiet as a mouse, she opened the door and crept inside.

Only the sound of the clock ticking on the wall could be heard.

Janet flicked on the light switch.

To her surprise, the sandwich from breakfast was still sitting on the table where she left it, and there was not a beer bottle in sight.

She walked into the living room in her slippers and looked around in confusion, "Ethan?"

It was so late, but Ethan seemed to not have come back yet.

Or was he asleep in his room? Janet had half a mind to knock on his bedroom door, but decided against it on second thought.

She was afraid she'd just wake him up.

In the end, she quietly opened his door and poked her head in.

To her surprise, the room was empty.

to wait for Ethan to

awake.She popped the sandwich in the microwave to heat it

thinking of what had happened in

minutes later, she heard the sound of the key

simple, clean white T- shirt underneath

stuck out more than usual, making him look even

Janet looked up at him

"Why're you so late?"

covered his shift for another half an hour," Ethan explained

was

I didn't know you could stay up this late all the

off his coat and sat

you eating? It smells so good." He craned his neck to get a bite of her sandwich, then he put his arm around her shoulder and pinched

eyebrows slightly, he

getting so worked up about me staying up

to retort, Janet kept silent and looked down,

and was often late to

suddenly said, looking up at him with bright

she relayed what had happened in

it was her responsibility to inform Ethan