Novel & Cerita The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

"Wife? That's ridiculous. Have we been living as husband and wife all this time? No, that's just you not being a husband to me, while I have been behaving like a wife, even though you never appreciate it." William was silent; what Laura said was true. He had always been cold to Laura, whereas Laura had always positioned herself as a wife. "If you want a divorce, I agree. After all, I'm just a substitute, right? And you never wanted me either! Please divorce me, William Anderson!" Laura said firmly. "I will never divorce you!" William's emphatic denial made Laura laugh, as if what he said was just nonsense. "Hahaha... you're so funny... not divorcing me, then, Michelle? Will, I've already sac

"Of course I'll divorce her, now that you're back. She was just a substitute wife who took your place. I married her for a reason. Because—" Before Morgan could finish his sentence, Fiona kissed him. Outside the door, Alice was shocked to hear all of this. She had just realised that all this time, she had only been considered a substitute wife. "So I… all this time… I was just a substitute wife for you, Morgan?" Alice couldn't bear to listen to the bitter truth any longer. She immediately left the place.

For the first time in five years of marriage, Alina felt genuine hatred for Daniel Blackwood. The bedroom door opened. Emma entered with a worried face. "Alina? I heard you screaming. What—" "He threatened my family," Alina cut in with an empty voice. "An $8.2 million debt. Due if I don't come home tomorrow morning." Emma froze. "What?" "The marriage contract," Alina laughed bitterly—a sound without humor. "I didn't just marry Daniel to be Junior's mother. My family is collateral. I am collateral." "Oh my God..." Emma sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for Alina's cold hand. "Alina, this is modern slavery. You can't—"

"What?! Are you insane? Why would that woman live with us in one house? Do you want to humiliate me?" He responded with total indifference, his words stinging like a whip: "Don’t overreact. Remember well that I am just a substitute husband in a temporary contract on paper, not a real marriage built on love. Irish has lived in my house for years; this is a natural situation and it won't change now for your sake."

Damian Blackwood waited at the altar like he was attending a funeral instead of his own wedding. Tall, still, unreadable. Black suit. Dark eyes. A mouth that looked as if it had forgotten how to be kind. For a second, Elena’s steps faltered. Her fingers tightened around the bouquet. Somewhere behind her, the wedding planner made a sharp little sound, probably terrified the bride was about to ruin the most photographed marriage deal of the year. Marriage deal. That was all it was. One year. One signature. One ruthless billionaire paying off her family’s debts in exchange for a wife he could parade in front of the board, the press, and his dying grandfather.

A wide smile spread across my husband's face as he shook her hand. "Welcome! Welcome! You are absolutely beautiful. You and my son make a perfect match." "Thank you, Sir." The woman smiled then shifted her gaze to me. She scanned me with analyzing eyes a look that Freddie also noticed which prompted him to introduce me. "This is my wife, Solana." Mathilda smiled and extended her hand to me. "It's nice to meet you, Ma'am Solana." I accepted her handshake, but I could feel that her smile was completely fake, put on only because she was in front of Freddie.

How come she didn’t save it in her account ? Where did she get all that money? Yes, she is the wife of the a business merchant who owns a food factory and own most of the top restaurants in the north and even in Lagos, but she is not working ... She is just his wife ... I hope Dhikrah did not steal the money... I don’t want to get mixed with her dubious character... She sighed again and she remember the pregnant who had just left the store... Oh Allah, I want a baby too... She had thought getting pregnant would be easier but now she knows better.

I was just the perfect wife but in reality, for him, I'm nobody. I fall for him like an idiot obviously, and I tried my best every day to show him that he can trust me and he can give me a chance. But the big Hunter just ignored all my prays, all my tears and all my pain, and now I am ready to throw out the towel and leave this marriage before is too late for me. Maybe you will ask why I want to leave this marriage with a billionaire, where I can have everything and I can have an amazing life which most people just dream of.

You’re just pretending to be me to get close to him! ‘‘Then you need to give me five million dollars so that I can assist you in getting my husband...’’ I made the offer, and she was completely taken aback; her pupils drew wider as she looked at me in utter amazement. ‘‘It doesn't matter who the substitute is, because I am now married to him. And as his wife, I have the right to do those things with him, don't you think?’’ She remained mute as she continued to stare at me.

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w