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

awake.She popped the sandwich in the microwave to heat it up.She settled on the sofa and watched TV while

while, she kept thinking of what had happened in the

the sound of the key unlocking

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

more than

her sandwich, Janet looked up

"Why're you so late?"

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

he was getting more and more skillful at

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

off his coat and sat next

It smells so good." He craned his neck to get a bite of

his eyebrows slightly, he

you getting so

kept silent and looked down, feeling a bit sheepish.He was

lot and was often

something happened today," she suddenly said,

relayed what had happened

was her responsibility to inform Ethan