The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Upon hearing the name, a trace of surprise flashed through Mrs. Harding’s eyes.

Mrs. Harding recognized the name Natalie and remembered that she was the daughter of the White family and Brandon Larson’s wife. The Larson Group had become a prominent company with branches in Seacisco and Barnes, known for Brandon’s deep love for his wife.

Mrs. Harding saw an opportunity to establish a relationship with Natalie, considering the potential business partnership between their families.

“I’ve met Johanna before. She mentioned you to me,” Mrs. Harding said, observing Natalie closely and noticing her resemblance to her mother.

Natalie’s smile widened. “Really?”

Although Natalie hadn’t met Mrs. Harding before, she had heard about her from Garrett. Natalie knew that Mrs. Harding valued nobility and etiquette, but seeing how Mrs. Harding treated Laney, she realized that she might be more approachable than expected.

Eager to strengthen ties with the White family and the Larson Group, Mrs. Harding quickly warmed up to Natalie.

“Since I know Natalie, I won’t bother anyone else. Natalie, could you help me design Laney’s dress? I’ve seen your excellent fashion designs, and your parents must be proud of you.”

Overwhelmed by Mrs. Harding’s praise, Natalie nodded gratefully, lost for words. “Thank you for your trust, Mrs. Harding. I won’t let you down.”

Smiling with joy, Mrs. Harding finished her coffee and said, “Great! We’ve found our designer. Let’s discuss the next steps.” She straightened her dress and looked at Natalie expectantly.

However, their conversation was interrupted by Mrs. Harding’s ringing phone. Apologizing, she answered the call and learned that something required her immediate attention. “What’s wrong? Oh, it’s ready? Okay, I’ll pick it up right away.”

Apologizing once again, Mrs. Harding turned to Laney. “I’m sorry, but I have to run. I’ll leave the rest to Laney.”

Mrs. Harding. I’ll stay in touch with Natalie. She has

left, Dalores, Laney’s mother-in-law, watched helplessly, seething with anger. Mrs. Harding had chosen Natalie personally, leaving Dalores unable to voice her objections. Frustrated, Dalores resolved to get rid of Natalie, glaring at

and suggested, “Laney, it’s almost lunchtime.

women headed to a charming restaurant near the studio, accompanied by Natalie’s bodyguard sitting opposite them. While ordering

good old days when nothing had changed. Though they had only been apart for a short

wrong, Laney? You seem sad. Are the Hardings giving

back in Seacisco. Living with the Harding family is different. They’re nobles, so everyone there is very particular about

comfort. “The sooner you accept the reality,

ordering their food, Laney handed the menu to the waiter and sent him away. Turning to Natalie, she expressed her struggles. “It’s tough. I don’t want to disappoint Garrett. He left his job at the Larson Group to work for the Harding family because of me. I want to please his family, but it’s really

finding the etiquette classes over the past few months challenging. With Garrett busy running the family business, he rarely had time to see her. Laney, who loved martial arts and cherished her freedom, felt like her true self was buried since marrying into the Harding family. She questioned if her life still held any meaning and feared being trapped by

the helplessness in Laney’s eyes. “If you’re truly unhappy, why don’t you talk to Garrett about

and argue with her,” Laney sighed heavily. “But what’s the point of fighting? In the end, it’s me who will suffer. So, I keep quiet. Besides, the Harding family

head, urging Laney to trust Garrett more. “Garrett is more responsible than you think. He wouldn’t want to see you suffer. You should at least have a conversation

Laney murmured, “I

gloomy. Fortunately, their food arrived, providing a temporary distraction. Natalie noticed that Laney

says pregnant women should

pregnant, and you’re in charge here,” Natalie asserted, motioning for the waiter. She proceeded to order all of

“Do you want something else? We can order whatever you’d like.” Laney smiled, grateful for Natalie’s thoughtfulness. It was refreshing to have someone care about her as an individual rather

wiping her mouth. “Even though these are my favorite foods, I can’t eat much. Natalie, you should

number, Natalie’s face turned pale. Sensing something was wrong, Laney frowned and took the phone from her friend, answering it assertively. “Hello, who’s