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.

just want you to know about your health

can’t run away from

you’ll have to

concern stirred

"You’re right, Mom.

shouldn’t contemplate escape." Johanna

"That’s my girl.

about

appointment with a top

Johanna’s team of specialists

she sat anxiously in the hospital’s VIP room awaiting the results. The suspense

of fear and apprehension. What if… what if she was infertile? What if they could never have their own

Clearly, he loved children.

one, would he be devastated? Would he leave her? The mere thought of it threatened to unravel Janet’s composure, her fear so potent she could taste the salt of imminent tears. Witnessing Janet’s pallor deepen, Johanna felt a

heart ached for

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