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.

Janet decided to wait for

was wide awake.She popped the sandwich in the microwave

kept thinking of

twenty minutes later, she heard the sound of the key unlocking the

stepped inside wearing a simple, clean white T- shirt underneath a black

stuck out more than

on her sandwich, Janet looked up at

"Why're you so late?"

shift.A colleague was late, so I covered his shift for another half an

was getting more

you have night shifts often? I didn't know you could stay up this

coat and

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

eyebrows

late.Why are you getting so worked up

silent and looked down,

and

the way, something happened today," she suddenly said,

had happened in the

was her responsibility to inform Ethan