The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The night fell. Several towering buildings dotted the streets. Between two buildings stood a woman in a black windbreaker and red high heels. The enormous sunglasses seemed to conceal her face 

Jocelyn tucked a strand of hair behind her ear,her cautious gaze still fixed on the cafe across the street 

Janet was sitting at a table beside the French window in the cafe.

Jocelyn had a clear view of her from where she was standing The man had stopped Janet just as she was about to take a sip of the coffee Who the hell is he? Jocelyn grew anxious. She wanted to run over there and pour the coffee down .Janet's throat. Fortunately, the man left after a while. Janet ordered another cup of coffee and seemed to wait impatiently without drinking it. Jocelyn angrily stomped her foot.

She saw Janet take out her phone and called someone, probably Berre. Before leaving the house, Jocelyn had secretly taken Bernie’s phone with her, fearing that he might find out her pain. Since her calls went unanswered, Janet sighed and stood up to leave.

However, if she left now, Jocelyn’s plans would fail.She didn’t want to miss a great opportunity.

rushed to the

coffee. The moment Janet stood up,

emerged

right about Jocelyn planning all this and watching her in the dark. Now that she pretended to take her bag and leave, as expected, Jocelyn grew anxious and showed up.

asked, pretending to look both surprised and confused Jocelyn grabbed her

busy with work so be couldn’t come today.He asked me to

shoulders and

wanted to apologize to me in person.He said he despises you and your mom for

she glanced coldly at Jocelyn. Well, Dad has taught me a lesson.I’m a changed woman