The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 737

“I really appreciate it, Teresa,” Laney expressed with heartfelt sincerity.

Restoring the recording would have been a near-impossible feat without Teresa’s invaluable assistance.

Teresa’s smile beamed as she replied, “It’s hardly worth mentioning. When did you adopt such formalities?”

Laney’s lips pursed with a tinge of guilt. She hadn’t reached out to Teresa since her wedding. This time, she called upon her for help, and Teresa obliged without a moment’s hesitation.

Laney was both touched and remorseful. Words of gratitude were all she could muster.

“Having said that,” Teresa suddenly interjected with gravity, “we’ve been swamped lately and could truly use an expert bodyguard like yourself. If you’re interested, come by and give it a shot.”

Although Teresa extended the offer, she doubted Laney would accept.

After all, the Harding family was distinguished, and they would never permit their daughter-in-law to work as a bodyguard.

To her surprise, Laney’s determined voice rang through the phone, “Alright, I’ll give it serious consideration.”

Since sending the photo album, Kailee eagerly anticipated Laney’s reaction. But time wore on, and Laney never confronted her.

Had Laney not seen the incriminating photo and recording?

Or had she chosen to swallow her pride and humiliation for the Harding family’s wealth, feigning ignorance?

Kailee was convinced Laney wasn’t the type to tolerate her husband’s infidelity for monetary gain. She concealed the photo and recording within the album, knowing Laney’s unwavering devotion to love.

her best friend Natalie wouldn’t stand idly by. She’d avenge Laney by confronting Garrett. Regardless of the process, Laney and Garrett were destined for a divorce. Kailee had imagined

she had tried contacting Garrett multiple times to arrange their last date, but he either ignored her calls or his assistant claimed he was in a

of impulsiveness, Kailee stormed into the company to confront Garrett, only to be thwarted by his assistant each time. When Garrett was in the hospital, he never left Laney’s side,

gnawed at her as she rubbed her temples. Kailee refused to wait any longer. If Garrett sought to avoid her, she’d confront

scornful sneer, Kailee grabbed her phone and dialed Laney’s number. Laney answered

as she received the photo and recording, Laney

Laney smiled and inquired, Miss Gibson, to

hide from Laney. Wearing a devious grin, she bluntly declared, “Laney, have you seen the little surprise I left

surprise? The allergy-inducing nutritional supplements Lola brought? Or the essential oils

haven’t seen the photo of Garrett and me at the hotel, or the recording pen! Garrett’s voice is

crumbling? Laney couldn’t help but smile. With a hint of amusement, she calmly replied,

Laney’s equanimity in the face of

woman of principle, but it seems you’re nothing special. How canyou stay so composed knowing that Garrett betrayed you? You must be clinging to the Harding

had an affair?” Laney

Garrett confessed his deep affection

is futile, Laney. The recording is crystal

sowing discord between us. I refuse to believe your lies. I

for Kailee’s retort,

laughter. Laney’s feistiness was proof that she cared. Claiming she trusted Garrett was Laney’s desperate attempt to preserve her dignity as a woman

truth, and that her own serene facade

spell, phone in hand, before

what felt like an eternity, teetering on the edge of disconnection, when Garrett’s

indulge