The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Reluctantly, Natalie agreed, “Alright, I’ll go see her.”

Brandon held her in his arms, their foreheads touching. “Listen, it’s not your fault,” he whispered with tender compassion.

Ever since Charis died, Natalie had been haunted by nightmares every night. The image of Charis’ unrecognizable face in the heavy snow tormented her relentlessly.

Later that afternoon, Natalie had an appointment with the psychologist, who greeted her warmly. “Just think of me as a friend. Don’t be nervous.”

After chatting for a while, the psychologist identified the source of Natalie’s frequent nightmares. She also recognized that part of Natalie’s psychological pressure stemmed from Brandon.

“How is Mr. Larson doing?” the psychologist inquired gently. “Perhaps both of you should undergo treatment together.”

Excited by the possibility of helping Brandon regain his memory, Natalie felt a glimmer of hope. The psychologist explained that some memory loss could be caused by psychological factors.

Eager to explore this avenue, Natalie proposed the idea to Brandon when she returned home. However, he immediately became resistant, dismissing the suggestion.

“I don’t need it. As long as she can help you, that’s enough. Don’t worry about me,” Brandon retorted, clearly annoyed.

Confused by his strong aversion to psychotherapy, Natalie pressed him for an explanation. She knew him well enough to understand that forcing him into something he had already formed a negative opinion about would be difficult.

psychotherapy after his mother’s death, which had left a bitter impression

reluctance, Natalie didn’t push further. Instead, she had a backup plan

lavish dinner, hoping to entice Brandon. When he saw the table adorned with numerous delicious dishes, he hesitated. He sensed that Natalie had a motive behind this extravagant meal but decided

a smile, she said, “It feels like we’re

those memories she spoke of. Sensing his confusion, Natalie continued, “Brandon, can you please go see the psychologist with me? We’ve been through so much lately. I want us to take a break. And… I also want to have a child. Remember how much you loved

held Brandon’s warm palm, her eyes shining

a complete family, including children. With Natalie by his side, he felt his dreams were slowly coming true. After contemplating for a while, he finally mustered the

shoulder and exclaimed, “Elizabeth, it’s really you! What are you doing here?” Elizabeth turned around, surprised to see Natalie. After regaining her composure, she greeted

easy to be around, and she didn’t seem to have any mental issues. Just then, a man approached Elizabeth, dressed in a

at Natalie and asking, “Who’s this?” Elizabeth softly replied, “She’s my colleague,” lowering her head. The man sneered and crudely looked Natalie up and down, saying, “How come I never knew you had such a beautiful friend?” He extended his hand to shake Natalie’s, but she instinctively

stepped in front of Natalie, glaring intimidatingly at the man. Elizabeth shot him an angry glare and apologized to Natalie, explaining, “I’m sorry. This is my boyfriend, Jorge Anderson. We’re here for

He gently stroked her soft hair and said, “Everyone has their own problems. The key is to find meaning in life and live

tugged at his collar, standing on tiptoe to kiss his lips softly. Clearly, his words had touched her deeply. Soon, it was their turn to enter the psychologist’s office. However, instead of asking about Natalie, the psychologist’s first question was directed at Brandon. “Mr. Larson, were you on

The psychologist noticed her confusion and explained, “I checked Mr. Larson’s medical records and found that he had been taking a lot of

body tensed as he heard the psychologist’s question, realizing his mistake of not being cautious enough. He had forgotten to ask Frank to handle his medical records, leading him to provide genuine information to the psychologist. It was evident that

“Gradually, I felt even worse. Every time I tried to recall the past, I would have a splitting headache that only painkillers could relieve. But don’t worry, I’m not addicted or anything. In fact,