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 daughter to madness. She said she would go back to square one,

was Charis

turned cold as he addressed Catherine. “Mrs. Turner, be careful. We are the

hatred. He trembled as he spoke, “The police will investigate Brandon Larson. I won’t rest until you’re

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

her office window, intending to jump off the building with Natalie.

With the case resolved,

as they returned home, carrying the weight

her. Determined to seek justice, Vivian, a Ph.D.

Jeremy Button, who was engrossed in experiments with other students. Distressed and anxious, Vivian shared the devastating news with him. Concerned, Jeremy asked, “What’s wrong? We’re still in the early stages of the project. It’s crucial

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

shot up in surprise, and he quickly signed the leave forms

on Jeremy’s face. Time was of the essence, and she needed to pack

he called

Vivian asked anxiously, “Yes, Mr.

might not be enough. Considering the seriousness

Vivian questioned, “But didn’t you say the early stages were crucial? Is it really okay if I don’t

sponsor was murdered. Don’t you want to avenge

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

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

smiled knowingly. “I can help you,” he whispered into her ear. “But if you want my assistance, you’ll have to do something for