My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

With one last glance around the banquet hall, Garrett surmised that Ethan was no longer in danger of being exposed.

“I’m sorry but I need to help my girlfriend with something. Shall I walk you to your husband?”

With a smile, he gestured in the direction of the gate. After a moment’s consideration, Janet nodded and followed him into the garden.

Ethan was seated in one of the benches outside, his legs crossed, a glass of wine in his hand.

Garrett didn’t linger. He all but fled the scene after escorting Janet to her husband.

“What are you doing out here? Aren’t you cold?” Janet plopped down on the bench opposite Ethan’s with a huff. Her eyes were clouded with disappointment.

She had come here for nothing. She didn’t even get to see Ethan and Brandon together.

too noisy in there,” Ethan replied softly. He took a sip of his wine as the music from the ballroom started to dwindle down. He

Janet and found her fiddling with her fingers, seemingly deep in thought. He walked over and held

senses. Janet nodded and accepted his hand. There was no point in staying

send the guests home. Wearing a mask,

in the backseat, her eyes fixed outside the window. She remained quiet and dejected throughout the

Brandon. She would sneak glances at the man beside her from time to time. Janet considered asking him once and for all, but

who was to say

had sensed that something was bothering Janet since the moment she had joined him back at the garden. And yet, he somehow knew that she was still unaware that he and Brandon were the same person. Otherwise, she would have confronted him there and then. Ethan reached over and closed the window on her side. A slight tension fell

gathered Janet into

something in your mind? Perhaps something you would