The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Jocelyn suffered from serious injuries and was admitted to the hospital the next day,

Charis heard the news from her father.

When Charis went downstairs, she saw her father in the dining room, having dinner alone. The man seldom came

home, and she was surprised to see him “What happened, Dad? Why didn’t you go on a date with your girlfriend

today?” “Jocelyn is in the hospital,” Luke answered nonchalantly, “What happened to her? And what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital with her?” Charis asked curiously “Well, I asked her what happened, but she is reluctant to tell me. If you have the time, why don’t you go and visit her?” Luke wiped his mouth and stood up from the table. He didn’t have time to worry about such trivial issues. Jocelyn was a mere plaything to him. Yes, he hadn’t lost interest in her yet, but that didn’t mean he cared about the

they never cared about the feelings of insignificant people. Charis called Jocelyn and finally learned what had happened. She couldn’t help but curse the woman’s stupidity. Jocelyn had come up with a foolish plan that

so much that she had even hired people to rape her. Charis despised people who inflicted harm upon others. Even so, she needed a vindictive person like Jocelyn to execute her plans. Charis didn’t think she made any mistake. She had merely stirred troubles to separate Janet from Brandon. Jocelyn was the true culprit. Besides, Janet should blame herself for offending Jocelyn. Charis was depressed and discontented for losing a valuable piece like Jocelyn in her game in such a short time. Charis would have been less resentful if Jocelyn at least got a pyrrhic victory. However, Jocelyn’s plans had only backfired and ruined her own life. Besides, Janet was still living a happy life without any worries. “Gosh, could she be more stupid? I can’t

full use of every opportunity, and Charis

me to check on you.” She placed the basket on the table and secretly examined Jocelyn’s face. She looked weak and haggard. Her legs and arms were wrapped in gauze. There were faint, purple hickeys on her neck. Charis grabbed Jocelyn’s hand and sighed. “How could Janet be so cruel to let them torture you this way?” Fresh tears streamed down Jocelyn’s cheeks. “Does Mr. Turner know about what happened to me?” “No. How

spoke as if this was

she was a simple woman either. You’re too kind and sympathetic.

such a vindictive woman.” Charis added fuel