Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

He was, after all, her husband in name, and she had to concede that he was quite a looker. An ephemeral moment of disarray swept over her, thinking that surrendering to a man of his charm wouldn’t be entirely regrettable.

A cool sensation prickled the corner of her eyes. Wiping a single tear away, Millie was taken aback by her own display of emotion, chiding herself for being weak.

Rising from the bed, Millie turned on the room light. She then moved to a chair and settled into it. A solitary, vibrant red rose adorned a vase on the table. Picking it up, she sniffed it, a sense of injustice lingering.

Marcus was indeed insufferable, always taking her for granted.

Should she make an immediate exit? She wondered if he would lose his composure when he re-emerged.

However, the idea of leaving filled her with trepidation. What if he invited other women over? Would she then be relegated to the role of a betrayed spouse? His handsome allure was sure to enchant other women.

so long that her muscles began to stiffen. She decided to stretch her legs and approached the expansive window,

she noticed the beautifully landscaped garden balcony beyond the room,

to fifty

Marcus emerged, his torso bare and clad only in a towel

brief exchange of glances left Millie flushed and awkward. She quickly pivoted away and, in a huff, queried,

face as he

assumed that her fury would have impelled her to

slender form, her back turned towards him. Her legs were held tightly together,

diverting his gaze, he turned towards the wardrobe to retrieve a

Millie’s timid demeanor, draped the shirt he’d just picked off the