Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

Millie embarked on a cleansing ritual, seeking to purge both physical and metaphysical clutter. Amidst her endeavor, an unexpected lightheadedness sought to usurp her equilibrium. Bruce, swift as an embrace of the breeze, encircled her waist, his touch a steadying anchor.

A tableau of concern unfolded as Celeste, an inadvertent observer, entered the scene. Misinterpretation painted the canvas of her expression, anger and suspicion intertwining in a dance of emotions.

“Millie, Bruce!” Celeste’s voice, a herald of confusion, punctuated the air.

They released each other promptly. Despite the misunderstanding, Bruce struggled to clarify.

“she teetered on the precipice of fainting. My intent was merely to extend a helping hand.”

Millie, too, found herself ensnared in an uncomfortable web of feelings. Celeste’s suspicions likely painted a portrait of an illicit affair between her and Bruce.

I was. Rising from my exertions, a spell of hypoglycemia nearly overcame me. Bruce, out of kindness,

as an offering. However, despite the revealed truth, Celeste’s gaze remained inscrutable, harboring trust for Bruce yet withholding

of Millie attempting to captivate

mastery of weaving schemes

gaze from Celeste pierced Millie’s heart,

with her. It was my hand that initiated

have refrained from extending his aid to Millie. Millie’s pride remained steadfast in the face of

Bruce harbored a deep disdain for

authority. “Bruce, take your leave now. I have matters to

gaze flitted uneasily toward Millie who nodded her consent. Then he obeyed, departing