My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

As the clock struck six in the twilight, Brandon, weary from a long day at work, nudged the door open and entered his abode.

On the brink of illuminating the room with a flick of the switch, a curled-up shape on the sofa flashed at the edge of his vision. Janet sat there, a terrified creature trapped within her own emotions, quaking in the corner of the sofa.

It seemed as though a shadow of immense sorrow had swept over her.

Her delicate frame trembled subtly and the faint echoes of her sobs hung in the room. This was the premiere act of her silent sorrow and despair he had ever witnessed. A surge of anguish twisted his heart.

With brisk strides, he closed the distance between them, his hands landing gently on her shoulders, and his voice rang with urgency.

"Janet, what’s the matter? What happened?" Slowly, like the lifting of a tragic mask, Janet raised her face, cheeks glistening with the tracks of her tears. With a brave heart, she attempted to shield Brandon from her distress.

She stifled a sniffle and contorted her features into an awkward grin, managing to utter, "I’m alright…" Witnessing her forced sense of maturity, Brandon’s heart shattered even more. He crouched down, cupping her tear-stained cheeks, his thumb tracing the wet trails away as he softly interrogated, "Can you confide in me about your tears? Have you been harassed, or are you unwell? Why didn’t you alert me?"

Inundated by Brandon’s flurry of inquiries, Janet felt slightly overwhelmed.

But the palpable concern laced in his questions stirred warmth within her. "I promise, I’m okay."

Brandon’s comforting embrace, nuzzling affectionately into his

must be starving, right? Shall I whip up something for you?" Her attempt to distract

disengaged from her, locking his gaze on hers, his tone growing

don’t you try guessing?" Irritated, Brandon pinched Janet’s cherubic face, retorting somewhat harshly, "How am I expected to play detective?"

upward, silently anticipating

Unfortunately, destiny was the devious antagonist she found herself unable

stomach the thought of

smile, a surge of adoration flooded Brandon’s heart, compelling him to lean in and plant a tender kiss on her lips. Between breathless

shared kiss left him gratified, Brandon couldn’t quell the lingering concern for Janet’s unspoken tears. He guided Janet to sit

the truth with me

home, he reiterated sternly, "Speak the truth; don’t try to conceal it from

head and

you really wish

Brandon playfully tapped Janet’s forehead,

with it, don’t leave

playfully stuck out her