The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire Chapter 702

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 702 Let Go Of Me

It was early December. The cold wind howled and the sky was gloomy. Countless snowflakes twinkled in the sky, forming piles of snow on the ground below.

Charis looked down from the broken French window and caught a glimpse of a white snowflake.

How ridiculous. At this time last year, she was surrounded by loving friends and family, celebrating the first snow of the year.

But at present, her face was disfigured, she was mentally ill, and she had no more friends. Life was cruel, m

“Don’t try to talk me out of this. I’ve been disfigured, and my life is ruined. I’ll never get a chance to be with you now,” Charis said in desperation, her voice growing hoarse. “My sole purpose in life now is to make sure you witness Janet’s death.”

After some slight hesitation, she nodded decisively. “I do feel sorry for my parents, but I have no desire to live in this cruel world anymore. If there’s an afterlife, I’ll pay them back.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped out the window—taking Janet with her.

Janet let out an ear-piercing scream.

Brandon acted quickly. He bolted to the window and quickly grabbed Janet’s outstretched hand.

However, the combined weight of the two women and gravity dragged Brandon down.

Blue veins popped out on his sturdy arms and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. He held onto what was left of the window frame with one hand and held Janet’s hand tightly with the other.

Janet felt as though she was going to be torn into half, being pulled by two opposing f0rces. Brendan was pulling her up, whereas Charis was pulling her down.

No! She couldn’t let Brandon fall with her!

Clenching her teeth, Janet looked down at Charis, who was clinging to her other arm, and tried to get rid of her. Charis glared at her viciously and was about to let out a string of curses. But the next second, she lost her grip on Janet’s hand and plummeted.

A desperate scream echoed in the air…

Startled, Janet looked down in shock. With a loud thud, Charis landed on the ground, motionless, a pool of blood quickly forming around her.

Janet immediately squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn’t bear to see such a gruesome sight.

After all, she was still in danger. She didn’t have the time to worry about Charis.

The harsh winter wind mixed with snow started to numb Brandon’s arms. He knew he was about to lose feeling in his hand.

The edge of the window he grabbed onto was smooth, and it was difficult to find a good grip. He could feel his fingers sliding, little by little.

With her whole body hanging in the air, Janet could feel that herself inching downwards. It seemed Brandon was about to lose his grip on the window frame.

Life was strange. It seemed that at every critical moment of Janet’s life, he was right there with her.

This realization made her feel exceptionally calm. She looked up at him with her clear eyes and said, “Brandon, let me go. You’ll be able to climb up by yourself, but you can’t bring the both of us.”

Brandon ignored her and tightened his grip on her hand. Janet was right. It was better if at least one of them could live. However, unbeknownst to her, there was a small voice inside Brandon’s heart telling him that he couldn’t let her go. If she was going to die, he was going to die with her.

Time seemed to have stood still. It was as though they were the last two people on earth.

Even Brandon didn’t know why he was so determined to stay by this woman’s side, in life or in death. He didn’t remember their past, which meant that he had known only her for two months.

“Brandon Larson! Can’t you hear me? I said, let go!” Frightened that they were both going to meet their end, Janet shouted desperately.

She was scared of death, yes, but she was more scared of k*il*ling Brandon.

Brandon pretended not to hear her. He just gritted his teeth and held onto her with all of his strength.

His hand holding the edge of the window kept on sliding ever so slowly…

In the blink of an eye, his strength ran out and he let go of the edge of the window. Screaming in fear and shock, the two of them fell down from the French window.

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