The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Garrett wasn’t expecting Laney to brush off his question, much less mention the one embarrassing thing he didn’t want to talk about. He held on to her arm and hesitated for a moment before speaking. 

“Well… She is an ex-girlfriend of mine. She was spoiled all her life, so she’s quite used to doing things without thinking about the possible consequences. I must admit that I am partly at fault here. I should have been more firm when I broke up with her; she wouldn’t have fostered any false hopes that we might get back together again.” 

True enough, his ex-girlfriend was a very stubborn brat. When he had first tried to break up with her, she was adamant with her refusal. They had broken up eventually, but it seemed like she had turned her love for him into some sinister obsession that prompted her to do horrible things like attacking him with a weapon.

Garrett hung his head and said nothing more. He wasn’t the type to gossip about his exes, regardless of whether he was in good terms with them or not.

Laney narrowed her eyes at him. Clearly, she didn’t believe a word he had just said, “Are you sure the fault isn’t entirely yours? Maybe you trampled on her heart too much.”

If the tabloids were to be believed, Garrett had supposedly dated several women at the same time. He was notorious for having a messy love life. He looked at Laney now, caught between crying and laughing. He was painfully aware of his awful reputation, as well as the fact that most people believed the stories to be a true.

However, Garrett wasn’t a womanizer at all. Or at least he didn’t think so. Contrary to popular claims, he was always serious about every relationship he got into. He had never played with a partner’s feelings.

When he was in love, he would give his girlfriend his all. And once he broke up with someone, he would draw a clear line and never contact the other party again. 

Perhaps the problem was that he was rarely single. The media had simply latched on to the number of relationships under his belt and built up his image as a playboy and a heartbreaker.

Garrett was silent for a couple of seconds as pulled himself out of his musings. 

“I can only say that you don’t know me, Miss Garcia,” he said with a wry smile.

When he looked down at her wound again, he realized that Laney was bleeding profusely. 

“Why do you ask so many questions, anyway?” he grumbled. 

for once? Look,

first time he had wondered-genuinely wondered-if this woman

and Laney realized

lightly, even as she tightened the makeshift bandages

hospital. It’s not like I

and shook his head. All he could do for now was to

a problem with her eyesight?”

her brows furrowed in the most adorable way. Now, why would she ask something like

am I?” Laney added before he could say anything. She sounded pretty miffed. Garrett suppressed the urge to chuckle and settled for

just trying to goad you,”

some mindless chatter as they made their way to the nearest empty ward, as if

ex-girlfriend was a very stubborn brat when he had first tried to break up with her, she was adamant with her

 They had broken up eventually, but it seemed like she had turned her love for him into some sinister obsession that prompted her to do horrible things

nothing more. He wasn’t the type to gossip about his exes, regardless of whether he was in good terms with them or

her eyes at him. Clearly, she didn’t believe a word

yours? Maybe

Garrett had supposedly dated several women at the same time. He was notorious for having a messy love

womanizer at all. Or at least, he didn’t think so. Contrary to popular claims, he was always serious about every relationship he got into. He had never played with a partner’s feelings. When he was in love, he would

Perhaps the problem was that he was rarely single. The media had simply latched on to the number of relationships under his belt and

of seconds as pulled himself out of his

me, Miss Garcia,” he said with a wry smile.

do you ask so many questions,

you just worry about yourself for once? Look, your clothes are practically dyed with