Poor Substitute Wife: Married To A Billionaire

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ocoon of anxiety and hope that held me captive. I awoke with a start as the early morning light filtered through the window, casting a pa

n of messages, and the knot in my stomach tightened. The minutes stretched like hours, each tick of the cloc

I just woke up. Of course, I'll help you. Let's meet

felt a rush of determination, knowing that I had a friend who would stand by me, even in my darkest hour. With newfound ener

ther and for myself. The café was a cozy haven amidst the chaos of the city, and I spotted Patricia's familiar face through the

your mom," Patricia murmured,

," I replied, blinking back tears. "I don'

a plan – a bold, daring plan that might just save my mother's life. Patricia's connections and her status as a model opened d

ity event happening tonight. A gala organized by a prominent foundation. Th

plan to attend the event, I couldn't help but marvel at her audacity and resourcefulness. She was

ous, and as we parted ways to prepare for the evening, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The path ahead was uncertain, but I w

ross the pavement. My mother's slumbering form was a testament to the battle she was fighting, and I vowed to fight alongside