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.”

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

retreated to an elegant restaurant,

glass with wine and downed it in one

his voice muffled. “Is she doing well? Are she and

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

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

that

him release his emotions. He’s

maintained contact with him,

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

never returned to his family home,

once-promising abode he and Laney had acquired. Despite his parents’ persistent pleas

didn’t dare to trouble Laney again, nor

the last drop of wine on the table

table, eyeing the two friends. “Why are you

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

furrowed his brow at Garrett’s anguish. “When do you plan

that?” Garrett’s voice cracked, clutching his hair. “Laney