The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

“I thought you were going to cook for me,” Brandon grumbled, pursing his lips, feeling somewhat deceived.

“I’m still a bit scared to be alone after watching that horror movie!” Natalie pouted, clinging to his arm like a spoiled child.

Brandon relented, boiling water for the pasta, cutting the tomatoes, and preparing the sauce. Before he realized it, the entire meal was cooked, and he found himself plating the spaghetti. Why was he so compliant? Perhaps it was because Natalie had been exceptionally affectionate and adorable today. And he found himself enjoying it.

After finishing their meal, Natalie headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Brandon followed her, puzzled by her actions.

Brandon: “What’re you doing? Just put them in the dishwasher.”

Natalie continued washing the dishes while explaining her reasoning.

Natalie: “You don’t remember, do you? Back then, we didn’t have a dishwasher, so we used to divide the work. One person cooked while the other washed the dishes. Since you cooked dinner for us, it’s only fair that I wash the dishes.”

Once she finished cleaning the dishes, Natalie dried them and placed them in the cupboard. When she turned around, she noticed Brandon silently staring at her. It was then that Natalie realized she had said something wrong.

Brandon: “Do you miss the old days?”

Natalie tried to laugh it off, but her eyes betrayed her true emotions, revealing her sadness.

me. Why would I miss

her and

tell that you were happier with the old me. I can’t

seriousness of the situation, she restrained herself from laughing. When did he become this

playfully pecked her neck and asked, “So,

smile froze, caught off guard by the

“Oh, well… It was… um… ‘Mary

turned on the TV and started playing the movie, casually unbuttoning

now that I’m here with

embarrassment, Natalie cursed herself for lying about watching a

“What’s wrong?” he asked when she

“Come on.

Horror movies always terrified her, causing her to break into a cold sweat. She couldn’t recall the last time she willingly watched one. Moreover, something strange had happened on

arm around her shoulders. Grateful for his comforting gesture, Natalie felt slightly less scared as she listened to his heartbeat. She covered her mouth, secretly amused by how fast his heart was racing. Was he scared too? Was

and asked, “Did you see that? I thought I

nervously glanced at the window,

Natalie: “What?! No!”

a closer look, and Natalie, frightened, lightly punched him while