The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Brandon couldn’t help but laugh. “Would you still like me to be your assistant next time?”

With a weak wave of her hand, Natalie said, “No, Mr. Larson. You’re fired.”

If she allowed Brandon to act as her assistant for a few more days, she was only going to run into more trouble.

It was right about sunset at this time. Brandon glanced at the clock on the wall, and smiled. “Well, it’s time to get off work. My task is done. Let’s go home.”

As soon as Natalie heard the words “get off work”, she felt an immediate surge of energy. After tidying up, she took Brandon’s hand, and the couple made preparations to head home.

As they were deciding what to eat for dinner, a mysterious figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

This took Natalie by surprise. After taking a closer look, she realized that it was Garrett, who she hadn’t seen for a long time.

Garrett’s visage bore the weight of exhaustion, his desolate expression a far cry from the suave and debonair nobleman he once was.

For the first time, Natalie saw him in such a state, gasping in astonishment,

“What’s wrong with you?”

With a feeble attempt at a smile, Garrett replied, “I’m fine.” Brandon crossed his arms and regarded him with indifference. “You can’t torment yourself like this just because your wife and child left you. Who are you trying to impress with this misery?” His eyes shimmering with pain, Garrett murmured, “Yes, they’re not with me, and no one will care about what I look like.”

last time, he saw Laney and their baby had grown hazy. To alleviate his pain, Natalie quickly changed the subject. “What brings. you to us today?”

retreated to an elegant restaurant, reserving

glass with

his voice muffled. “Is she doing well?

a few days ago, and she said they’re happy there, and your baby

he merely shook his head and released a wry chuckle. Undeterred, he continued to

you…” Natalie glanced at Brandon, hoping that as his close friend, he would

shook his head, whispering, “Let him release his emotions. He’s been holding them in

maintained contact with him, staying informed about his situation to some

pain beneath an avalanche of work, fearing he might lose control and hurt them if he sought them

returned to his family

the once-promising abode he and Laney had acquired.

and Vera found themselves in a quandary. They didn’t

until the last drop of wine on

against the table, eyeing the two

ever have children, you’ll make wonderful parents. Unlike me—I’m useless, unable to see my

“When do you plan

clutching his hair. “Laney wants