The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The waiting game was always the hardest.

Ethan sat with Janet in one of the corridors of the hospital.

It was mid-January by then and still a bit cold. Johanna wore a dark green maxi dress with a white cashmere coat on top. Her eyes kept darting between Janet and the man next to her as they waited.

Brandon Larson. She had seen his face in their wedding photos on the news, but she didn’t like him very můch. Brandon was indeed a handsome man, but Johanna didn’t think that was a good thing. Rich, good-looking men more often than not turned out to be playboys. And Brandon was rich, handsome, and successful. He had to be a scheming person, right?

On the other hand, Janet was a kind and lovely girl. She could easily have been played by Brandon.

But now that she, Johanna, was here for Janet, she would never let Brandon bully Janet.

Ethan could sense the hostility in Johanna’s eyes whenever she looked at him, but considering how she might be his mother-in-law, he could only politely nod to her. Whenever their eyes met, it was hard to tell which one of them was the dominant one. Soon, a man with glasses and in his mid-fifties arrived. He looked like a well-read gentleman.

 “Jo, I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic was so heavy on the way here.” The man wiped the sweat on his forehead and apologized sincerely. He wasn’t that handsome. 

In fact, he looked pretty plain. But his eyes were bright and had a certain look of wisdom to them.

eyes flitted to the man. Although she was scolding him, her eyes were gentle.

be late for something as important as

me today? You just punished me recently…” The man tugged at the corner of Johanna’s clothes

whiz in Barnes,

second Janet saw him, she instantly recognized his eyes–because they looked exactly like hers.

had the exact same

and walked up

must be Janet, am I right? Nice to

meet you too,

just managed to calm her down, but

you? You should’ve graduated from college by now, right? Where did you

he kept firing questions at her, one after another. Seeing the way Brandon’s arm was tightly wrapped around Janet’s

“Mr. Larson, do you mind giving

no clue what

to talk. Seeing that Janet looked a bit flustered hearing

some time to think before you ask more questions!” Beal scratched the back of