Substitute Bride and Her Husband Who Disappeared novel Chapter 1

Standing in the airport, Nancy was looking at the mobile app, sweating profusely in anxiety, "Oh no, why is the earliest flight to City Sollas at 9 pm?"

She wasn't going to City Sollas for a vacation or business trip, but to escape from her "husband"!

Three years ago, Nancy, with a face similar to her sister Vivian Mirren, married the young master of a super wealthy family in City Nustin, Charlie Firth.

Immediately after the wedding, Charlie boarded a flight to Europe.

Three years of separation made her almost forget this person. She lived a widow-style marriage pretending to be her sister.

But now, her "husband" who had been gone for three years was about to return!

Suddenly, a hand patted on her shoulder. Irritated, she slapped it away, "Oh please, I don't know anything. Go ask someone else!"

That hand patted her shoulder again.

She was so anxious that she turned around abruptly. Her mouth that had just opened shut in shock.

The man wore an expensive tailored suit with an air of nobility. His lean jawline was sharp and defined, framing a perfectly symmetrical face adorned with deep-set eyes that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. Even though Nancy hadn't seen him for three years, she still could recognize him. He was her "husband" - Charlie!

Oh my god!

Was it just a coincidence?

Almost at the moment her mouth closed, she reflexively asked, "How could you...arrive so early? Isn’t it supposed to be 8 pm?"

Charlie coldly stared at her, "It seems like you don't want me to come home?"

Nancy forced a dry laugh, "How is it possible? I've been eagerly waiting for you to come back every day. Look, I even specially came to the airport to pick you up when I heard you were coming back today."

After saying the last sentence, she averted her eyes nervously, afraid to look at him.

Charlie looked deeply at her, said nothing, and turned to walk out of the airport.

Caught in the act, Nancy dared not to run away.

She could only muster up the courage to follow behind him.

On the way, Nancy didn't dare to make any movements. But as soon as they arrived home, she immediately rushed into the bedroom with her phone.

She repeatedly dialed the number, but the person refused to pick up.

Just as she was getting anxious, the bedroom door suddenly opened and Charlie appeared at the doorway, "Tomorrow morning, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get our marriage certificate."

"W-What?" Nancy was so shocked that she dropped her phone on the floor, staring at him incredulously.

Marriage certificate?

Getting a certificate with her brother-in-law meant death!

Nancy panicked.

Ignoring her panic, Charlie unbuttoned his shirt and walked towards her, "Now, let's make up for our wedding night."

"W-Wedding night..."

Nancy's breath stopped, her eyes quickly scanning left and right. Suddenly, she saw her fallen phone on the ground and took a step back.

Bending down, she picked up the phone. With an awkward smile, she said, "I dropped my phone."

"Aunt Flo?"

Charlie's gaze went down, as if trying to find out more.

Nancy quickly covered herself, feeling as nervous as a frightened deer. "Um, it's true, really. Well, now that you're back, we have plenty of time in the future. We don't need to rush it today, right?"

Charlie glanced at her with disappointment, then rolled over and lay beside her.

Soon, steady breathing came from beside her.

Nancy gave a long sigh of relief..

She could only delay it for a week. In a week's time, she should be able to switch places with Vivian.

Until late in the night, Nancy fell asleep in a fright.

In her dream, she suddenly felt a pair of cold and stern eyes staring at her. No matter how she ran or escaped, the eyes kept coldly watching her.

"Ah!" With a cry, she woke up from her dream and sat up on the bed.

The bedroom was lit. She stared blankly for a moment before suddenly realizing that the pair of eyes from her dream hadn't disappeared. In fear, she looked up, only to find that the man who should have been lying beside her was sitting on the opposite sofa.

His eyes were icy, his handsome face cold as frost.

Nancy's phone spun in his slender fingers. Charlie curled his lips and sneered, "Vivian Mirren, oh, no, should I call you Nancy Swinton?"

Nancy's face instantly turned ashen!