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.

his mother’s death, which had left a bitter

further. Instead, she had a backup plan in

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

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

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 lately. I want us to take a break. And… I also want

warm palm, her eyes shining

After contemplating for a while, he finally mustered the courage to say, “Okay.”

noticed a tall, familiar-looking woman. She tapped the woman on the shoulder and exclaimed, “Elizabeth, it’s really you! What

that Elizabeth needed to see a psychologist. Despite Elizabeth’s quiet nature, everyone at work found her easy to be around, and she didn’t seem to have any mental issues. Just then, a man approached Elizabeth, dressed in a unique outfit consisting of distressed denim jacket, white turtleneck

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

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

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

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 any medication

her confusion and explained, “I checked Mr. Larson’s medical records and found that he had been taking

Frank to handle his medical records, leading him

“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