The Billionaire's Substitute Husband

CH. 01

Chapter 1

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My wife is five years older than me. Besides the age gap, she also has a much higher sex drive.

On our wedding night, we made love seven times. My lips were swollen, and my voice was hoarse.

Three years ago, I agreed to marry the billionaire Nicola.

After the wedding, we were very much in love.

I loved red wine, so she personally made wine for me.

I loved watches, so she bought me 999 of them.

I inevitably fell in love with her and vowed to stay with her for life.

Until one day, I found thousands of photos of men on her computer.

That's when I realized she chose me only because I resembled her first love.

On the day I learned the truth, I was captured by her business rival. They stepped on my face with their feet, forcing me to call her.

But Nicola was setting off fireworks with her first love who had just returned to the country.

The fireworks in Seattle lasted all night.

Yet she hung up on me.

That night, everyone in Seattle knew that the female billionaire Nicola had spent a fortune, setting off fireworks all night just to make her first love happy.

But no one knew that I was tortured nearly to death, and even my right hand for painting was destroyed.

Looking at the medical report in my hand, I smiled bitterly.

Nicola, if you love him so much, why did you choose me?

Since you can't let him go, then I'll make it easy for both of you.

With my trembling right hand, I marked a date on the calendar.

In seven days, I would leave completely, where she could never find me.

Nicola didn't come back until the next day.

When she saw the injury on my face, she ran over without even taking off her coat, holding my face with concern: "Richardson, what happened?"

I glanced at her and shook my head: "Nothing, I just fell accidentally."

She looked at me with heartache: "You're a grown man, how did you fall this badly?"

She didn't seem to be faking it. She looked exactly like a wife who loved me.

A woman who dominated the business world was now carefully applying medicine to my face with a first aid kit.

"Be more careful when you walk from now on. It hurts me to see you injured like this."

I sneered inwardly.

Was she heartbroken that I fell and got hurt, or that I injured this face that resembled his?

I dodged her touch and said to her indifferently: "Let's eat first."

But Nicola looked at me with difficulty: "Richardson, I have to work overtime at the company tonight. I won't be able to have dinner with you."

In three years of marriage, no matter how busy she was, she had never missed having dinner with me once.

It was only because I told her that when I was young, my parents divorced and my mom was busy with work, so I always ate dinner alone.

After hearing this, she hugged me with heartache and promised that she would eat dinner with me every day from then on.

"Richardson, I have no choice. This work is too important. You'll understand, won't you?"

I nodded. Only then did Nicola leave satisfied.

Half an hour later, I also went out.

I arrived at a villa under Nicola's name.

The place was brightly lit, and I could hear laughter from outside.

Through the iron railings, I saw a group of people partying downstairs in the villa.

The main characters in the center were Nicola, who said she had to work overtime, and her first love, Jacobs.

They were playing truth or dare, and Jacobs lost.

His punishment was to kiss someone of the opposite sex present.

The only person of the opposite sex present, besides Nicola, was no one else.

Those people jeered: "Nicola, if you don't let him kiss you, he'll have to drink three glasses as punishment."

Nicola didn't say anything, but in the next second when Jacobs looked disappointed, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

Jacobs held the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

The two were passionately entangled there.

The jeering fell on my heart, delivering a heavy blow.

Everyone had their backs to me, except for Jacobs.

He saw me outside the iron railings and gave me an ambiguous smile.

"Nicola, you didn't resist my kiss. Does that prove you still love me?"

Everyone present knew about Nicola and Jacobs' relationship.

When Jacobs left back then, Nicola was depressed for a long time.

Everyone waited for Nicola's answer.

Nicola looked at Jacobs and nodded without hesitation: "Yes."