The Billionaire's Stand-In Wife Is A Genius

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 882 | Released on: 12/01/2026

tead, she reached for the back of the drawers, pulling out soft cotton t-shirts, worn denim jeans, and thick wool sweaters. The

oset was half-empty. The gaps between

the floorboards. The distinc

evening. Panic flared in her chest-not fear of him, but fear of her own resolve cracking

e into the foyer when th

askew. He saw the suitcase. He saw her coat buttoned

said. It sounded l

er voice steady. She didn't stop moving. She grip

e inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a

separate from the prenup. Call it

he handwriting was sharp and jagged. The amount made her breath hitch in her thro

ed smug, in a pained sort of way. He thought t

aying her off like a prostitute he

want it,"

he side-stepped, blocking her wa

Don't be dramatic.

hing I came wi

emed to sting him more than her lea

dropping an octave. "Not enough for you

's entire body went rigid. The air left her l

she br

y for him." He took a step closer, looming over her, the scent of his expensive cologne

her. He thought she was cheating. He tho

uth. He's dead, you idiot. He drowned

d already decided who she was. He had decided she was a gold digger, a cheater, a fake

nk on the marriage certificate meant noth

r. Dyer," she said. The formal

d. The name soun

ing from her shoulder, and shoved th

dignity wrapping around her like armor. She walked past him, the

table by the do

vy and cold. It was a beautiful ring. A Dyer family heirloom. It had never rea

lled i

The metal made a sharp clack that ech

ened the heavy oak door and

te. He stared at the ring sitting on the table. It looked small. Insignificant. He waite

hollow ache opened up in

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The Billionaire's Stand-In Wife Is A Genius

Janna Lemay Romance

“I woke up in a silk-sheeted penthouse, the lingering warmth of my husband's body still on the bed. But by the time the sun hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, Chadwick Dyer had already transitioned from the passionate lover of the night before into a cold corporate executioner. He didn't say "good morning." He placed a blue folder from his family's elite legal counsel on the nightstand and told me his childhood sweetheart, Ansley, was back in town. Our three-year marriage was being terminated as a "strategic move" to ensure the stability of his family's multi-billion dollar trust. He shoved a settlement check for millions into my bag, sneering that it was enough for me to live "happily ever after" with the man named Jay I supposedly called for in my sleep. I walked out with nothing but my old suitcase, returning to my hidden life as a master art conservator, only to be blackmailed back into his world forty-eight hours later. His grandfather threatened to ruin my career and my mother's home unless I played the devoted wife for the cameras while Ansley staged a fake suicide attempt to reel Chadwick back in. Standing in a VIP hospital wing, I realized the sickening truth: I was never the lead in my own marriage. I was just the understudy, a working-class girl picked because I was a dead ringer for the blonde socialite he truly desired. I was a placeholder for a ghost, a cheap replica used to fill a void until the "real" version returned. "You can have him," I told her, finally seeing through the high-society rot. "He's hollow anyway." I walked away from the hospital and the Dyer legacy, ready to disappear for good. But as I sat in a taxi, a notification on my phone stopped my heart. The man I thought had drowned three years ago-the Jay who haunted my dreams and the only man I ever truly loved-wasn't a ghost at the bottom of the Atlantic. He was the heir to a rival empire, he was back in New York, and he was the only one powerful enough to burn the Dyer family to the ground.”