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 impression on him. It hadn’t been a pleasant experience and had only

push further. Instead, she had a backup plan

Natalie prepared a 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 to join her anyway, wanting to enjoy the moment

said, “It feels like we’re back to the

eyes reflected bitterness 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 lately. I want us to take a break.

warm palm,

true. After contemplating for a while, he finally

you! What are you doing here?” Elizabeth turned

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

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

Brandon 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 counseling. He tends to talk nonsense. Please

leave, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling she had about the situation. “I never expected Elizabeth needed counseling. It seems like many people need help nowadays,” she sighed heavily. Brandon held her hand, pulling her closer. He gently stroked her soft hair and said,

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

at Brandon. Medication? She had no idea he was taking any. The psychologist noticed her confusion and explained, “I checked Mr. Larson’s medical records

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 the psychologist had discovered Brandon’s prescription for painkillers, leaving him with no choice

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, I’m