The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

As the clock struck six in the twilight, Brandon, weary from a long day at work, nudged the door open and entered his abode.

On the brink of illuminating the room with a flick of the switch, a curled-up shape on the sofa flashed at the edge of his vision. Janet sat there, a terrified creature trapped within her own emotions, quaking in the corner of the sofa.

It seemed as though a shadow of immense sorrow had swept over her.

Her delicate frame trembled subtly and the faint echoes of her sobs hung in the room. This was the premiere act of her silent sorrow and despair he had ever witnessed. A surge of anguish twisted his heart.

With brisk strides, he closed the distance between them, his hands landing gently on her shoulders, and his voice rang with urgency.

"Janet, what’s the matter? What happened?" Slowly, like the lifting of a tragic mask, Janet raised her face, cheeks glistening with the tracks of her tears. With a brave heart, she attempted to shield Brandon from her distress.

She stifled a sniffle and contorted her features into an awkward grin, managing to utter, "I’m alright…" Witnessing her forced sense of maturity, Brandon’s heart shattered even more. He crouched down, cupping her tear-stained cheeks, his thumb tracing the wet trails away as he softly interrogated, "Can you confide in me about your tears? Have you been harassed, or are you unwell? Why didn’t you alert me?"

Inundated by Brandon’s flurry of inquiries, Janet felt slightly overwhelmed.

But the palpable concern laced in his questions stirred warmth within her. "I promise, I’m okay."

comforting

right? Shall I whip up something for you?" Her attempt to distract him was transparent to Brandon, a

locking his gaze on hers, his tone growing

truth; why the waterfall of tears? Who dared to torment you?" Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she teased, "Why don’t you try guessing?" Irritated, Brandon pinched Janet’s cherubic face, retorting somewhat harshly, "How am

tilted her head upward, silently anticipating Brandon’s

Unfortunately, destiny was the devious antagonist she found herself unable to counter. Brandon’s gaze hardened, his eyes glinting

stomach the thought of harming my own lady

day they were born." The intensity of his vow drew a chuckle from Janet, her face finally bightening with a genuine smile. Beholding her enchanting smile, a surge of adoration flooded Brandon’s heart, compelling him to lean in and plant a tender kiss on her lips. Between breathless kisses, he murmured in a husky undertone, "Your smile is

Brandon couldn’t quell the lingering concern for Janet’s unspoken tears. He guided Janet to sit upright, his resolute gaze

share the truth with me now?

point home, he reiterated sternly, "Speak the truth; don’t try to conceal it from

head and offered him a teasing

you really wish to

playfully tapped Janet’s

with it, don’t leave

stuck out her