The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet neared the hospital, her turmoil grew.

She was torn about whether to message Brandon, and if so, what to say. "What should I do?"

She stared at her phone screen, the chat page with Brandon open, and rubbed her temples in frustration. Seeing Janet’s troubled expression, Johanna chuckled and advised, "Just say what’s on your mind. What can’t be shared between husband and wife?"

Resting her head on Johanna’s shoulder, Janet murmured, "I’m just scared…"

Shaking her head, Johanna smiled and took the phone from Janet’s hands. "Mom, what are you doing?"

Janet jumped up, alarmed that Johanna might message Brandon without her consent.

She lunged for her phone. Johanna evaded her grasp and shook her head with a gentle chide.

"Silly girl, if you can’t find the words, then just wait. Staring at your phone and overthinking will only increase your anxiety."

Soon, the car pulled up to a private hospital. Despite being steps away from her destination, Janet felt frozen, reluctant to exit the car and torn with indecision. "Maybe… we can do this another day?"

Janet suggested hesitantly. Sighing, Johanna gently prodded her, "I’m not pressuring you.

to

away

something you’ll have to confront

words of concern stirred

"You’re right, Mom.

contemplate escape." Johanna offered

"That’s my girl.

fret about

arranged an appointment with

Johanna’s team of specialists

anxiously in the hospital’s VIP room awaiting the results. The suspense of waiting was torturous for

room nervously, her mind spiraling into an abyss of fear and apprehension. What if… what if she was infertile? What if they could never have their own child? Brandon

Clearly, he loved children.

him with one, would he be devastated? Would he leave her? The mere thought of it threatened to unravel Janet’s composure, her

heart ached for

Janet’s hand and guided her gently onto the sofa, her