The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Garrett rubbed his shoulder where Brandon had hit him and smiled. “I may not work here anymore, but I’m still your friend. I rushed here as soon as I got your call. It was too windy on the phone, so I couldn’t hear what you were saying at first. It took me a while to understand what was happening. When I reached the office above, Charis was pushing Natalie through the window! I immediately called 911. Luckily, the police and rescue team arrived just in time to save them. Otherwise, not one, but three people would have died today.”

Garrett glanced out the window at Charis’s lifeless body below, shuddering at the gruesome sight. “God, why, Charis? Why would she do something so foolish?”

Brandon fell silent, unable to provide an answer. After some time, when Natalie finally calmed down, a policeman approached them and asked them to identify Charis’s body. Together, they made their way down to the scene.

In the snow, a woman lay motionless, her body covered in blood. The crimson stain spread around her like a macabre rose. Natalie couldn’t shake off the feeling that Charis’s lifeless eyes were fixed on her, sending shivers down her spine. Seeking solace, she buried her face in Brandon’s arms.

Trembling, Natalie asked, “Have you contacted her parents?”

Garett nodded. “I did. They should be here soon.”

Brandon, his gaze fixed on Charis’s corpse, took a deep breath and wrapped his scarf around Natalie, offering comfort. “Do you want to wait for me inside?” he asked gently.

Natalie shook her head, clinging to the hope of being with her parents. She didn’t want to be separated from them.

Suddenly, the wailing siren of an ambulance pierced the air. Gathering what little courage remained, Brandon raised his head and looked towards where they had found Charis’s body. Workers carried her away on a stretcher.

“I almost feel sorry for her,” Brandon muttered under his breath.

“She deserved it. No need to feel sorry,” Natalie replied, though she sensed Brandon’s conflicting emotions. She knew he pitied Charis. While there had never been romantic feelings between them, he had always admired and trusted her. From their school days, Charis had stood out as a confident and exceptional woman, a cut above the rest.

Mr. and Mrs. Turner arrived upon hearing the tragic news of their daughter’s death. They threw themselves onto Charis’s lifeless body, crying hysterically. Luke, usually a reserved man who rarely showed emotion, couldn’t help but burst into tears, his anguish echoing through the air. Catherine, disregarding her expensive fur coat soaked in bloody snow, wept uncontrollably, her makeup smearing with tears.

in the crowd. Luke hurriedly approached Natalie, pointing an accusing finger at her. “You! This is all your fault! You drove my

unjustly blamed. It was Charis who had

before she could, Brandon intervened, shielding Natalie with his arms. His gaze turned cold as he addressed Catherine. “Mrs. Turner, be careful. We are

her feet, his eyes burning with hatred. He trembled as

for interrogation since someone had died. Fortunately, the Larson Group building had well-equipped closed-circuit cameras. The police carefully reviewed the surveillance footage

became evident that Charis had manipulated her office window, intending to jump off the building

fate. With the case resolved, Catherine and Luke

years as they returned

taken any action against her. Determined to seek justice, Vivian, a Ph.D. student in the midst of

and anxious, Vivian shared the devastating news with him. Concerned, Jeremy asked, “What’s wrong? We’re still

replied, “Mr. Button, my sponsor, Charis Turner, was murdered. I have to

and he quickly signed the leave forms for Vivian. He sighed, saying, “I’m truly sorry to

notice the peculiar expression on Jeremy’s face. Time was of the essence, and she needed to pack quickly to catch the last flight tonight. However, just as she turned to leave, Jeremy

wait,” he

asked

week’s leave might not be enough. Considering the seriousness

say the early stages were crucial? Is it really

your sponsor was murdered. Don’t you want to avenge her?” Vivian’s eyes lit

justice for Charis. However, she felt lost and unsure of where to begin. The Whites, the family involved, were not to be

against Charis’s killer. I don’t even know where to start,” Vivian confessed, clenching her fists with

Jeremy smiled knowingly. “I can help you,” he whispered into her ear. “But if you want my