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.

to Natalie, Brandon had previously undergone psychotherapy after his mother’s death, which had left a bitter impression on him. It hadn’t been a pleasant experience and

Natalie didn’t push further. Instead, she had

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 to join her anyway, wanting to enjoy the

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

Natalie continued, “Brandon, can you please go see the psychologist with me? We’ve been through so much

held Brandon’s warm palm, her

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

a tall, familiar-looking woman. She tapped the woman on the shoulder and exclaimed, “Elizabeth, it’s really you! What are you doing here?” Elizabeth turned around, surprised to see Natalie.

a man approached Elizabeth, dressed in a unique outfit consisting of distressed denim jacket, white turtleneck sweater, tight black jeans, and black army boots. Although handsome, Natalie couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t a good

our turn,” the man said to Elizabeth, glancing 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?”

shot him an angry glare and apologized to Natalie, explaining, “I’m sorry. This is my boyfriend, Jorge Anderson.

pulling her closer. He gently stroked her soft hair and

her gaze, feeling moved by his words. She 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

taking any. The psychologist noticed her confusion and explained, “I checked Mr. Larson’s medical records and

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

multiple doctors before, 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 headache that only painkillers could relieve. But don’t worry, I’m not addicted