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.

a bitter impression on him. It hadn’t

Instead, she had

delicious dishes, he hesitated.

she said, “It feels like we’re back

as he couldn’t recall 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

tenderly held Brandon’s warm palm,

for 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 courage to say, “Okay.” Natalie was overjoyed, knowing Brandon wouldn’t refuse her. They both wanted to

exclaimed, “Elizabeth, it’s really you! What are you doing here?”

then, a man approached Elizabeth, dressed in a unique outfit consisting of distressed denim jacket, white turtleneck sweater,

my colleague,” lowering her head. The man sneered and crudely looked

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 counseling. He tends to talk nonsense. Please don’t take him

hand, pulling her closer. He gently stroked her soft hair and said, “Everyone has their own problems. The key is to find

on tiptoe to kiss his lips softly. Clearly, his words had touched her deeply. Soon, it was their turn to enter the

and explained, “I checked Mr. Larson’s medical records and found that he had been taking a lot of painkillers. Such medication can lead to addiction.” Natalie’s eyes widened in shock. What was going

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 the psychologist had discovered Brandon’s prescription for painkillers,

but none of their prescriptions worked,” Brandon confessed, panic evident in his voice. “Gradually, I felt even worse. Every time I tried to recall the past, I would have a splitting