The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 2 The Wedding

A few days later, Janet arrived at a small church in the suburbs, wearing a simple white slip dress.

She was getting married today.She was going to marry a man she had never seen before.She didn’t bother renting a wedding dress because she didn’t want to pay for it. Janet had to pay the medical fees for Hannah’s surgery.She bought some white baby’s-breath in a flower shop and asked the seller to give her an extra white silk ribbon to braid her hair. Janet looked pure and innocent.

It was time for the wedding, but the groom hadn’t arrived yet. The wedding venue was almost empty — only a few people had arrived.

“Don’t worry. He’s probably stuck in traffic. Let’s wait a little longer,” Bernie comforted Janet.

Janet’s breathing faltered.

She had heard something about the man she was going to marry. His name was Ethan Lester. The man didn’t have a decent job and was an idler who wasted his time hanging out with punks from the streets all the time.

The thought of marrying someone like him made Janet stomach churn with anxiety, but she had no choice.

of people in the church. She was

family didn’t value the marriage. However, Janet wasn’t bothered.

“Will you give me the money as soon as the wedding

parents to trade her

will give you the money as promised. Don’t keep asking

Meanwhile, Jocelyn also arrived.

splashy outfit and expensive jewelry, holding her

strutted toward Bernie and Fiona with a smug smile. She had stolen Janet’s wealthy boyfriend,

Janet in her wedding dress. A ball of guilt settled

passion had ended his relationship with the love of his life.

practically dragged him to the church. However, he couldn’t refuse after learning that Jocelyn was pregnant with

been fixed on Janet ever since he arrived at the church. Jocelyn couldn’t bear to watch him gape at the

these years. Janet managed to captivate everyone with her charm. People always paid attention to her

head. Jocelyn grew furious and began yelling at Steve, irrespective of the occasion. “Believe it or not, I’ll gouge your eyes out. What the hell is so good about that bitch?