My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

After listening to people praise Charis all day long, Janet returned home with a heavy heart. Ethan was busy cooking in the kitchen when he heard Janet come in. He walked to the living room whilst stirring the egg in the custard bowl.

He looked up at her and asked, “What would you like to have tonight? Shall I make some pasta?”

Janet put down her bag and glanced at him. He was wearing a gray shirt and a pair of slippers. An old apron clung to his torso. He looked like a family man. Janet didn’t know where he learned to cook and be the best partner who looked after his wife. Instead of feeling lucky, a pang of unease settled in her heart. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had cooked for anyone else before and looked at another woman the same way he looked at her, which always made her weak in the knees. Perhaps he had treated Charis the same way in the past.

The multitude of thoughts wrecked Janet’s peace at once.

She glared at Ethan and opened the bedroom door. “Cook whatever you want because you’re going to eat by yourself.”

slammed the door, Ethan stood there,

jealous because it meant she cared about him. At first, he liked it; she looked adorable. However, the jealousy had turned into something vicious, separating them. Ethan couldn’t take it anymore. He felt depressed. He walked to

it would only amplify her insecurity.

a quick shower, and lay on the bed, wrapped in a

Knowing that it was Ethan, she closed her eyes, ignoring him. Since Ethan wanted Janet to stay in

beside Janet, resting his head on his arm.

him, pulling the blanket closer to keep a safe distance from him. Ethan closed his eyes and let out a weary sigh. Janet seemed cold and distant, so he didn’t dare to touch her. He didn’t want to