Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Millie was stunned, her mind a whirl of confusion. Why had Rylie made a point to see her?

“For me?”

Rylie blinked and nodded. Even now, discussing it filled her with anticipation.

“Indeed. I heard that my old classmate, Marcus, was married. You wouldn’t believe how shocked I was when I heard it. We had been classmates for years. Before you emerged, I couldn’t envision the remarkable woman who would be his wife. I even thought he preferred men.”

During that bleak interval of her life, Rylie felt as though the world had lost all its luster. The once proud Faulkner family was now a shadow of its former glory;

Vincent had been ensnared within prison walls, and she found herself adrift in a sea of loneliness. Life cruelly added insult to injury by leaving her in the delicate condition of pregnancy, amplifying her hardships. Then, like a gleam of sunlight piercing through dense clouds, the news of Marcus’ nuptial bonds arrived, offering her a momentary respite from her dreary existence. An uncontrollable curiosity about the woman who managed to snare Marcus filled her thoughts.

an intense instinctual feeling that this lady

the charms of women, had unexpectedly taken the marital plunge. He was not only a trusted companion of her husband but also a figure woven into her past as a classmate.

as the revelation that Rylie was not only the wife of

has always been a diamond among pebbles. In those days, the female students were all but pining for his attention.” Rylie quickly amended. “Well, I was the

His stony demeanor remained unyielding as he navigated the academic landscape. His physical prowess, striking features, scholarly excellence, and sportsmanlike competence made him irresistible. But he paid no mind

he displayed a complete disinterest and paid no attention to any young lady who showed an interest in him. His laughter was carefree and full of joy only in the company of his

Marcus to be such a legendary figure in

shared a bedroom. His mastery of self-control was a skill honed since

staged a misunderstanding on the balcony. It was clear that you perceived me as a romantic competitor. As the evening progressed, my stomach woes escalated, leaving me with no choice but to make an early

tale with a sip of water from the glass that