The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

In their daily routine, Brandon showed up at Janet’s studio when dusk arrived, ready to accompany her back home.

Upon entering the space, his eyes landed on Janet. Seated at her desk, she was hunched slightly, an aura of melancholy surrounding her. At the sound of his entrance, Janet looked up, a strained smile on her face, and said, “You’re here.”

A knot formed in Brandon’s chest. He quickly moved to sit by her, gently taking her hands and scanning her face with worry. “What happened? You look drained. Are you ill or is something bothering you?”

Ever since Janet’s medical report had arrived, Brandon was acutely aware of her emotional condition, fearing anything that might cause her distress.

He found himself wishing he could stay with Janet round the clock, just to keep his worries at bay.

The cause of Janet’s gloom today was Suzanne’s earlier conversation.

An unsettling feeling stirred within her, triggered by Suzanne’s words and that smug glint in her eyes, bringing Janet’s own misfortune to mind.

infertility, perhaps

and Brandon. If

decided to keep mum. She forced a smile and said,

was not convinced.

Janet well enough to understand that work challenges didn’t

the more it fueled her competitive fire and energized her. She definitely wouldn’t be this

adding up.

you sure nothing’s wrong? Janet, we vowed honesty. Don’t hide

brushing his worried face, her voice soft. “I’m truly okay.”

and said, “Alright, but remember to share if

playful grin, Janet assured him, “Understood, darling.”

she noted, “I’ve got some work left. Could you wait a bit?”