The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet didn’t know what had happened. She was so engrossed in the movie that she didn’t notice when the ceiling started to shake. The next thing she knew, she was lying flat on the floor of the aisle underneath Ethan as the ceiling collapsed.

 To her horror, something heavy fell on Ethan and she heard a loud noise. Then it was pure chaos. The room fell into darkness. She could hear people’s screams and cries for help and Ethan’s heavy breathing. 

“Ethan, are you hurt?” she asked urgently.

 A faint smell of blood wafted in the air. Janet had no idea if it was Ethan’s or someone else’s. Having been hit just now, Et han had rolled down the stairs. Janet’s voice trembled as she fumbled for Ethan in the darkness. 

“Ethan?” She knew that he must’ve gotten hurt. She could hear his low, pained moans in the darkness.

However, after a few deep breaths, it became deathly silent. Janet couldn’t hear anything from the direction where Ethan was. Janet wanted to rush to his side, but a ceiling frame had inadvertently caged her. When she tried to stand up, her head hit the slate, causing a flurry of concrete powder to fall all over Janet’s face.

She inhaled the

her hand in front of her. As she tried to get a feel for her surroundings, Janet concluded that the collapsed ceiling had fallen on top of the rows of seats, trapping

lungs. Although there weren’t many other people watching this movie, she recalled at least a dozen other movie-goers in the cinema. But now, it was eerily quiet.

Perhaps the fallen ceiling had knocked them out. Without thinking too

and fumbled forward, trying to navigate with her palms. Finally, she touched something that felt like knitted fabric. It had to be the dark blue

can you hear me?” Janet tapped him, but she received no response. He must

blood in the air was more intense now that she was near Ethan. When she reached out to touch his arm, her fingers sank into something sticky and warm. Her mind went blank. Suddenly, panic seized her.

few seconds, she sighed in relief. She could still feel a faint breath coming from his nose. Next, Janet pressed her ear against Ethan’s chest. She

with her hands. Then she retraced her steps back to her

the ceiling collapsed just now, the chandelier had fallen along with it. Consequently, the floor was covered in broken glass. Janet tried