My Broken Billionaire Husband

Being Honest With Him

Bethany’s P.O.V.

“Yeah, mom… I am perfectly fine here, and we will return according to schedule. You are worrying too much,” I answered my mother in an annoying tone. She asked the same question almost five times in a short time period of two minutes during our call. I didn’t know why she was so worried about me? I was not a kid anymore. “You have to be careful there, honey. You are too innocent to understand the bad intentions of others,” she once again replied to me the same thing, and I groaned in frustration this time. “Mom… do you have something else to say to me?” I asked her in a frustrated tone this time.

“Yeah… we have selected a few bridal gowns for you. I am sending you pictures of those gowns. Select one for yourself, and tell me. Also, we have selected a few venues for your