The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Raising his eyebrows, Ethan turned around and stood facing Patrick.

The light from outside the door illuminated his profile, but his face was against the light, making it difficult for Patrick to see his expression clearly.

"In a word, yes.

Although all the evidence that you raped my mom has been erased, do you honestly believe you can also erase all the crimes you've committed? The truth should be—and will be—revealed.

My mother is innocent.

It's time for you to take the fall for your sins.

We've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Then, the young man turned around and left.

Patrick watched him walk away in silence.

When Ethan was gone, Patrick raised his head, stared at the ceiling with his turbid eyes, and suddenly burst into manic laughter.

In the end, he lost.

Ethan had won.

The following day, Patrick went to the cemetery to see Sylvia.

He had never been there before.

The cemetery was located in a decent area.

was a large plot of land covered in daisies, and

alive,

difficult to see why Ethan chosen this spot as

bunch of lilies in front of her

the black and white photograph on the tombstone, he suddenly felt that

beautiful and gentle smile was

past, Patrick suddenly found himself

his head, wrought

Get on your knees.

needs is your apology." Patrick heard Ethan's cold

humiliated, he squeezed his

hadn't felt an ounce of guilt for over twenty

sorry, Sylvia.

de a terrible mistake.

had to kneel

an hour before Ethan finally allowed him to stand

*******

straight to the

to his crime of rape from thirty

for the media

Sylvia, claiming that she had seduced a married man

the public

name was finally cleared and her innocence

on the newspaper, Janet was

she murmured, "It's been so many