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.

halt just a few feet

"Whose car is this?"

Jocelyn’s boyfriend exclaimed.

limited

couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, thinking that the car was owned by some

and stared at the Lamborghini in a similarly covetous

city—no, in the whole country—could afford this

was nothing compared to this sleek

said car, walked past the BMW, and stopped in front

and spoke in a

waiting, sir.Please get in

her boyfriend were

that even possible? Ethan nodded at the driver

home,"

front of

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

she finally looked up and spotted the Lamborghini, she froze and

"Ethan..."

never

Janet into the backseat of the

word to Jocelyn

was looking away, Steve stole a glance at her and

he did regret

noticed the tenderness on Steve's face as he

in the first place

give

didn't care about her

reluctant to leave Janet,

who loved someone

it wasn't enough to

ultimate goal was to marry into a rich and

that she needed to marry a man

at Steve in disgust and said,