The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

A few days later, Natalie arrived at a small church in the suburbs, wearing a simple white slip dress.

She was getting married today.

She was going to marry a man she had never seen before.

She didn’t bother renting a wedding dress because she didn’t want to pay for it. Natalie had to pay the medical fees for Hannah’s surgery.

She bought some white baby’s-breath in a flower shop and asked the seller to give her an extra white silk ribbon to braid her hair. Natalie looked pure and innocent.

It was time for the wedding, but the groom hadn’t arrived yet. The wedding venue was almost empty — only a few people had arrived.

“Don’t worry. He’s probably stuck in traffic. Let’s wait a little longer,” George comforted Natalie.

Natalie’s breathing faltered.

She had heard something about the man she was going to marry. His name was Sebastian Klein. The man didn’t have a decent job and was an idler who wasted his time hanging out with punks from the streets all the time.

someone like him made Natalie stomach churn with anxiety, but she had no

hasn’t the groom and his family arrived yet?” Lauren frowned and glanced at the handful of people in the church. She was dressed in

like the Klein family didn’t value the marriage. However, Natalie wasn’t bothered. She only cared about

“Will you give me the money

to trade her marriage for money to save Hannah’s

all the time? Don’t worry. I will give you the money as promised. Don’t keep asking about it.” Regardless of

Meanwhile, Cassie also arrived.

in a splashy outfit and expensive jewelry, holding

toward George and Lauren with a smug smile. She had stolen Natalie’s wealthy boyfriend, leaving her to marry the worthless illegitimate child of the Klein

her wedding dress. A ball of guilt settled in the pit of his

moment’s passion had ended his relationship with

the church.

ever since he arrived at the church. Cassie couldn’t bear to watch him gape at

changed even after all these years. Natalie managed to captivate everyone with her charm. People always

the occasion. “Believe it or not, I’ll gouge your eyes out. What the hell is