The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Garrett’s visage bore the weight of exhaustion, his desolate expression a far cry from the suave and debonair nobleman he once was.

For the first time, Janet saw him in such a state, gasping in astonishment,

“What’s wrong with you?”

With a feeble attempt at a smile, Garrett replied, “I’m fine.” Brandon crossed his arms and regarded him with indifference. “You can’t torment yourself like this just because your wife and child left you. Who are you trying to impress with this misery?” His eyes shimmering with pain, Garrett murmured, “Yes, they’re not with me, and no one will care about what I look like.”

The memory of the last time ninjanovel.com he saw Laney and their baby had grown hazy. To alleviate his pain, Janet quickly changed the subject. “What brings. you to us today?” Snapping out of his thoughts, he managed a bitter smile. “I wanted to share a meal with you. Do you have time?” Exchanging glances, Janet and Brandon sighed.

They retreated to an elegant restaurant, reserving the most secluded private room.

As the food arrived, Garrett filled his glass with wine and downed it in one swift motion.

she doing well? Are she and

carefully before responding, “They’re doing fine. I spoke with her a few days ago, and

assumed Garrett would find solace in her words, but, to her surprise, he merely shook his head and released a wry chuckle. Undeterred, he continued to drown his sorrows in several more glasses of wine.

glanced at Brandon, hoping that as his close friend, he

shook his head, whispering, “Let him release his emotions. He’s been holding them in for too

contact with him, staying informed about his situation

Laney had taken their child and left, Garrett had buried his pain beneath an avalanche of work,

returned to his family home,

either in his office or the once-promising abode he and Laney had acquired. Despite his parents’ persistent pleas for his return, he stood his ground, unwavering

themselves in a quandary. They didn’t dare to trouble Laney again, nor did they insist on seeing their granddaughter.

until the last drop of wine

against the table, eyeing the two friends. “Why are you