The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

It was already half past one when Janet got home that evening.

Quiet as a mouse, she opened the door and crept inside.

Only the sound of the clock ticking on the wall could be heard.

Janet flicked on the light switch.

To her surprise, the sandwich from breakfast was still sitting on the table where she left it, and there was not a beer bottle in sight.

She walked into the living room in her slippers and looked around in confusion, "Ethan?"

It was so late, but Ethan seemed to not have come back yet.

Or was he asleep in his room? Janet had half a mind to knock on his bedroom door, but decided against it on second thought.

She was afraid she'd just wake him up.

In the end, she quietly opened his door and poked her head in.

To her surprise, the room was empty.

slight frown, Janet decided to wait for Ethan to come

awake.She popped the sandwich in the microwave to heat it up.She settled on

thinking of what had

minutes later, she heard the sound of the key unlocking

simple, clean white T- shirt underneath a

prominent nose stuck out more than usual,

sandwich, Janet

"Why're you so late?"

so I covered his shift for

he realized he was getting more and more

often? I didn't know you could stay up this late all the time," Janet said, after

his coat and sat next to

good." He craned his neck to get a bite of her sandwich, then he put his arm around

eyebrows slightly,

stay up late.Why are you getting

retort, Janet kept silent and looked

overtime a lot and was

today," she suddenly

she relayed what had happened

hand, she thought it was her responsibility to inform Ethan about