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.

replied softly. He took a sip of his wine as the music from the ballroom started to dwindle down. He heaved an inward sigh of

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

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

the guests home. Wearing a mask,

fixed outside the window.

her best efforts to distract herself, she just couldn’t stop thinking about the relationship between Ethan and Brandon. She would sneak glances at the

all, and who was to say that Ethan would tell her the

he had sensed that something was bothering Janet since the moment she had joined 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

Janet into his arms.

there something in your mind? Perhaps