Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1209: She Has Always Been Waiting for You
Charles Bishop lowered his tone, sounding very serious, as if discussing business. Mort Thorne furrowed his brow deeper, "What did she say?"
He couldn’t imagine any legitimate reason for Dianna Hollis to object, probably just stubborn nonsense, and this time he definitely wouldn’t listen to her.
"Mort, did you know Dianna married Raymond Alden three years ago?"
Of course he knew!
Mort felt somewhat unhappy, Charles really had no tact, bringing up the sorest subject.
"I know, I don’t want to talk about it." Mort wanted to end the topic.
"No, Mort, you do want to talk."
Mort felt Charles was acting strange today, he pressed his lips in displeasure, "If you want to say something, hurry up and say it. Why are you so cryptic?"
"Mort, Dianna and Raymond have a fake marriage," Charles stated.
What?
Fake... marriage...
These three words exploded next to Mort’s ear. His deep pupils suddenly contracted, unbelieving—fake what???
"What did you just say? Repeat that if you dare!" Mort gripped his phone tightly.
"Mort, I’ve sent Raymond’s confidential personal info to your phone. Raymond, a high-ranking FIU official, was involved in an Interpol case three years ago, almost got exposed. At the time, he met Dianna, who had just joined FIU. The higher-ups decided, after deliberation, to let them fake a marriage. Their wedding was the talk of the town, providing Raymond with the greatest protection. These three years, their marriage seemed happy, inseparable, but actually, it’s just a fake marriage."
Charles had finished speaking, but Mort couldn’t return to his senses for a long time. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Is this a dream?
Mort pinched his thigh hard, hissing from the pain.
This pain was so real, making him feel that everything was true. Dianna and Raymond only had a fake marriage. They had a fake marriage!
Dear God!
The immense joy of regained love filled Mort’s chest, his eyes reddened with delight—so grateful, she was in a fake marriage!
It turns out, she never left all these years. She just... stayed in the same place for a long time.
During the three years he was away, she walked the path he once walked, step by step.
"Mort... Mort, are you listening..." Not hearing Mort, Charles spoke up.
"Ha, hahaha." Mort chuckled, holding his phone, suddenly bursting into laughter. He was happy, truly happy.
Charles had never heard Mort laugh so uncontrollably before—probably the most joyous moment of his life.
"Mort," Charles said softly, "we’ve known each other for so many years, you’ve always been alone. But now I know you’re not alone anymore, because there’s a girl behind you, staying there all along. So don’t hesitate—go to her, she’s been waiting for you."
...
The Scorpion led Mort to the mall, but they waited and waited, and Dianna didn’t show up.
The Scorpion checked the time, "Why hasn’t Dianna arrived yet?"
Today Mort wore a dark blue T-shirt, black pants below, leaning lazily against a wall, his handsome face under the cap showing no emotion.
At this moment, a soft voice sounded by his ear, "I’m late."
Dianna had arrived.
Mort froze, swiftly looking up with his dark eyes at Dianna.
Dianna felt an intense gaze land on her small face; she knew Mort was watching her.
But she ignored him, not even glancing in his direction.
"Dianna, you’re finally here. Today I’ll take you shopping—you can pick any jewelry, clothes, or bags you like."
The Scorpion pointed at the sparkling diamonds below the window.
"Boss, I’m going out for a smoke." Mort turned to leave.
...
The Scorpion took Dianna inside to shop. Soon someone approached, "Dianna, let me introduce my cousin, Melissa."
Beside the Scorpion stood a tall beauty, with a pretty face and figure, attracting attention.
Dianna pursed her lips, looking at the Scorpion, "She’s not your cousin; she’s your sweetheart, isn’t she?"
"Don’t joke around, Melissa likes someone else."
Oh?
Dianna glanced at Melissa.
At that moment, a tall and muscular figure walked in front—it was Mort.
Mort’s hands were in his pockets, the cap pulled low. He walked calmly and composedly, appearing low-key, mysterious, and cold.
Melissa’s eyes lit up, she quickly ran forward, "Big Mountain, long time no see, did you miss me?"
Dianna’s smile quickly froze—it turns out Melissa liked Mort.
Her first impression of Melissa was quite distant, with a demeanor of an heiress. But now Melissa circled Mort, laughing charmingly, obviously letting down her heiress demeanor, appearing petite and clingy, with a hint of fawning in her beautiful eyes.
"Big Mountain." Melissa called, reaching out to link her arm with Mort’s.
Linking arms is a gesture of intimacy between couples, and Dianna looked at Mort.
Mort didn’t glance at her. When Melissa tried to wrap her arm around his, he discreetly withdrew his arm.
He looked lazily at Melissa, his gaze indifferent.
Melissa pouted with grievance, "Big Mountain, do you have another woman outside, so you forgot me?"
Mort’s hands were still in his pockets; not impatient but very dismissive, "Heiress, don’t joke."
The Scorpion laughed heartily, "Big Mountain, ever since you saved Melissa last time, she’s never forgotten you. How about it, interested in being my brother-in-law? No need to be a driver anymore—I’ll give you a place to manage."
Melissa immediately looked at Mort with anticipation.
Mort pursed his lips, saying nothing.
He didn’t agree or disagree.
Dianna felt uneasy and tugged at the Scorpion, "You said you’d take me shopping today, why are you playing matchmaker?"
"Dianna, you blame me for neglecting you. Come on, let’s pick out some diamonds and jewelry first."
Melissa said happily, "Big Mountain, let’s look at jewelry too."
Melissa dragged Mort to the sparkling window display, pointing at a rose gold bracelet, "Big Mountain, isn’t this pretty?"
Mort stood tall and leggy, his hand in his pocket resting on the window, lazily saying, "You buy it—I’m broke."
"..."
Melissa’s face fell; she knew he was broke. He’d only been a driver for a month and hadn’t received this month’s pay yet.
"Big Mountain, how about this watch? It’s a limited edition. I’ll buy it and gift it to you," Melissa said, trying to please.
The clerk glanced at Mort with contempt in their eyes—this man had no money, relying on women for expensive gifts, definitely a freeloader.
