The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

“Check this out!” Laney handed her phone to Teresa, her eyes sparkling. “Aren’t Janet’s designs stunning?”

Teresa grinned, glancing at the screen. “Absolutely. You’re beaming like you created them yourself.”

Laney’s smile widened. “She’s my close friend, and I couldn’t be happier for her success. Her designs are incredible, and I’m sure she’ll become a renowned designer with pricier commissions in the future.”

Despite her excitement, Teresa noticed a hint of envy in Laney’s eyes as she continued to praise Janet. It was evident that Laney admired her friend’s thriving career.

Noticing this, Teresa sighed, her expression turning somber. “You once had a great career, Laney. You were the most famous female security guard in the industry. It’s a shame that you got married, and then we never heard from you again.”

Laney’s smile faltered. “Is that so?”

Teresa shook her head. “I thought you’d given up your career as a bodyguard to become a wealthy housewife.”

“I don’t want

to forget. During that period of time, Laney felt like a soulless doll, subject

shoulder. “The past is behind you. You’re still young, and it’s never too late to

“I’m grateful for my job at your company now. It’s exhausting,

Teresa’s tone grew serious. “Actually, I have another matter to discuss

piqued. “What is it? Please, do

hire you as our company’s consultant, training our new recruits,”

industry for so long. I’m afraid

worked in years and doubted her ability

birth to her child, Laney’s physical fitness had declined. Her daughter, Anya, was still young and needed her. She feared she wouldn’t have the time or energy to balance

entered the room just in time to

her, “You don’t need to worry,