The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet blinked several times, thinking that she had misheard him.

She awkwardly ran her fingers through her hair and clutched the blanket that was draped around her body. 

“What-” she choked, then had to clear her throat.

“What wedding dress?” Ethan smiled at her patiently and spoke slowly, as one would with a child. 

“We married in a rather shabby ceremony. You wore a simple white dress, and not much happened besides us exchanging vows. I always thought you may not have a good memory of our wedding day.” Janet didn’t expect Ethan to still remember these trivial things, much less care about them. Her heart softened despite herself. She could be so easy sometimes.

Luckily, she snapped back to her senses a moment later. 

“Forget it, Ethan. That would be too much trouble.”

He insisted, of course. 

“The wedding day is one of the most important events in a woman’s life, this much I know. And it is important to me. Now that you know my other identity, I want to pledge myself to you again, this time as Brandon Larson.”

stunned speechless at his smooth declaration. In the end, she could only nod

society. They were proud of their clientele, too, as evidenced by an advertisement they had once run on

Janet was going to get that full, exclusive experience. Ethan and Janet walked into the store hand in hand. She was still opposed to the whole idea, especially

your appointment for three o’clock this afternoon?” A woman who looked to

closer, however, Janet realized that it was actually a man. She tried not to stare at his fake lashes

Ethan

then browse around the shop. If you encounter any problems, just let him know. He’ll

was whisked

a hand over his mouth and chuckled demurely. His gestures were more coquettish than most ladies Janet had met. He narrowed his eyes and peered at her.

sexy, backless dress? Or would you like an evening gown style that shows off your cleavage? What color are we thinking, by the way? White is too common in this day and age. How about champagne or rose pink?” He

rows of dazzling dresses overwhelmed her. It was like she had stepped into designer heaven. It was obvious that each garment had been crafted carefully, with their exquisite details and all kinds

to the simpler, sweeter styles, while another corner burst with shades of pink. The first one boasted of satin and lace dresses with pearls and sewn flowerettes as accents. The second one had massive dresses with layers of tulle and ruffles. But the most remarkable of all was the line-up of traditional wedding dresses from different countries. This shop truly had it all; they had even thought about the possibility of

behind the glass for sale?” Janet nodded at a long cabinet lining an entire wall.

are they off -limits?” The dress in the center had caught her eye. It had an intricately