The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The air was thick with dust. 

Janet licked her chapped lips. It had been several hours since the ceiling collapsed. She had turned off her cellphone to save its battery. She only turned it on to check the time occasionally. 

Last she checked, it was already eight o’clock in the evening. She and Ethan had arrived at the cinema at around two o’clock. Six hours had passed.

Her stomach kept grumbling, reminding her of how hungry she was. She was used to having meals on time, so naturally, she was quite hungry by now. The popcorn Ethan had bought was now mixed with dust and pieces of the ceiling. She picked out the clean popcorn and ate it to calm her angry stomach. The coke had also spilled. The brown liquid was all over the floor. 

“There’s a bit left!”. Janet’s eyes lit up. She was lucky. 

of

from her phone, she crawled back to

pierced into his body. Blood trickled down along his body, forming a pool of blood on the ground. His wound was covered with dust and rubble. The

and tried to pour the coke into his mouth. Ethan was unconscious. The coke she poured simply

you hear me? If you can, please drink…” Janet was choked with sobs. Tears rolled down

was still bleeding, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Ethan seemed to hear what Janet said. He frowned and struggled to peel his eyes open. He raised his hand slowly, wiped away Janet’s tears, and said with difficulty, “Don’t cry.”

his eyes were open, she immediately

hold on, okay?” A faint smile tugged at the corners of Ethan’s lips. Only then did Janet notice how pale

when, but she had fallen asleep. She woke up to the sound of digging around her. She glanced at her