The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

With one last glance around the banquet hall, Garrett surmised that Ethan was no longer in danger of being exposed.

“I’m sorry but I need to help my girlfriend with something. Shall I walk you to your husband?” 

With a smile, he gestured in the direction of the gate. After a moment’s consideration, Janet nodded and followed him into the garden.

Ethan was seated in one of the benches outside, his legs crossed, a glass of wine in his hand.

Garrett didn’t linger. He all but fled the scene after escorting Janet to her husband.

“What are you doing out here? Aren’t you cold?” Janet plopped down on the bench opposite Ethan’s with a huff. Her eyes were clouded with disappointment.

She had come here for nothing. She didn’t even get to see Ethan and Brandon together.

as the music from the ballroom started to dwindle down. He heaved

coming to an end. Ethan glanced at Janet and found her fiddling with her fingers, seemingly deep in thought. He walked over

to her senses. Janet nodded and accepted his hand. There

and chauffeurs to send the guests home. Wearing a mask, Sean pretended to be

her eyes fixed outside the window. She remained quiet and dejected throughout

the relationship between Ethan and Brandon. She would sneak glances at the man beside her from time to time. Janet considered asking him once and for

question, after all, and who was to say that

him back at the garden. And yet, he somehow knew that she was still unaware that he and Brandon were the same person. Otherwise, she would have confronted him there and then. Ethan reached over and closed the window on

into his arms.

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