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.”

his pain, Natalie quickly changed the subject. “What brings. you to us today?” Snapping out of his thoughts, he

retreated to an elegant restaurant,

the food arrived, Garrett filled his glass with

muffled. “Is she doing well? Are she and our baby happy over

carefully before responding, “They’re doing fine. I spoke with her a few days ago,

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

you…” Natalie glanced at Brandon, hoping that as

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

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

had taken their child and left, Garrett had buried his pain beneath an avalanche of work, fearing he might lose control and hurt them if

to his family home,

departure, Garrett found refuge either in his office or the once-promising abode he and Laney had acquired. Despite his parents’ persistent pleas for his return, he stood his ground,

strained, Leo and Vera found themselves in a quandary. They didn’t dare to trouble

drop of wine on the table had

the table, eyeing the

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

at Garrett’s anguish. “When do you plan to bring Laney and your baby back?”

deserve that?” Garrett’s voice cracked, clutching his hair. “Laney wants to divorce me! She asked for a divorce! She