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.

that Suzanne was aware of her infertility, perhaps purposefully broaching

and Brandon. If she brought

smile and said, “I’m alright, just a little stressed with

Brandon was not

well enough to understand that work challenges didn’t weigh

tougher the task, the more it fueled her competitive fire and energized her. She definitely wouldn’t

wasn’t adding up.

look in his eyes, Brandon pressed, “Are you sure nothing’s wrong? Janet, we vowed honesty. Don’t

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

Finally, he relented and said, “Alright, but remember to share if something’s bothering you. Don’t keep

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

her wristwatch, she noted, “I’ve got some work left. Could you wait a