The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet turned in the direction of the voice and found a white BMW parked at the curb not far away.

Wearing cat-eye sunglasses and a_ figure-hugging strapless dress, Jocelyn sat in the car next to Steve.

She took off her sunglasses now, and smacked the gum she was chewing as she eyed Janet and Ethan.

"What, do you want a ride or something?" Jocelyn drawled.

"I suppose that's fine, but make sure you wipe your shoes before you get in, or you're going to dirty my babe's new car."

Janet took out her phone and wordlessly rounded the car to take photos of its license plate.

When she straightened, she pointed at the road sign just up ahead.

"Didn't you see that you're not allowed to park here? If you don't move right away, I'll report you to the traffic enforcers."

Steve's ears burned with shame.He didn't want to irritate Janet with Jocelyn and had wanted to drive away immediately, but Jocelyn had stopped him.

Jocelyn crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed.

"Go ahead, then.We can pay the fine, no matter how much it is.I'm not like you, who probably can't even afford to take a taxi.For all I know, you must be out here begging for alms, aren't you? Like some piss-poor vagrant.Oh, wait.Now that I think about it, our dog does the same."

Jocelyn's harsh words cut deep into Janet's skin.She gritted her teeth and looked at her feet to keep herself from spouting bitter curses at the woman.

Janet had worked hard to build herself up over time, yet her morale seemed to have crumbled in the blink of an eye.She felt as though she had regressed back to her younger, helpless self.

Janet clenched her fists so hard that her nails almost cut into her palm.

It was all she could do to keep her tears at bay.

She couldn't let anyone see her cry.

All of a sudden, Ethan pulled her back and took her in his arms.

Her forehead was then pressed against his broad, warm chest.

Just then, a Lamborghini sped toward them, its engine roaring in the otherwise serene highway.

just a

"Whose car is this?"

Jocelyn’s boyfriend exclaimed.

a limited edition

his eyebrows, thinking that the car was owned by some rich young master who wanted to

her neck and stared at the Lamborghini in a similarly covetous

the city—no, in the

nothing compared to this

Lamborghini got out of said car, walked past the BMW, and stopped in front

and spoke in a respectful

for keeping you waiting, sir.Please get in the

boyfriend were

punk actually owned the Lamborghini? But how was that even possible? Ethan

home," he said

at the scene unfolding in front of her, her nostrils

kind of man had Janet married? Janet had been burrowing in Ethan's

up and spotted the Lamborghini, she froze

"Ethan..."

unblinking eyes never left the

gently ushered Janet into the

off without another word to Jocelyn

stole a glance at her and couldn't help but feel

about whoever Janet had married, but he did

on Steve's face as he looked at Janet and gritted her

first place was because

give a damn

like Janet didn't care about her supposed "loss" at

reluctant to

Jocelyn want to keep a man who loved someone else? It'd only make her feel bad in the

status was good, but it

her ultimate goal was to marry into a rich and powerful family

marry a

nose at Steve in disgust