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.”

to us today?” Snapping out

retreated to an elegant restaurant, reserving the most

the food arrived, Garrett filled his glass with wine and downed it in

his voice muffled. “Is she doing well? Are

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

solace in her words, but, to her surprise, he merely shook his head and released a

that as his

whispering, “Let him release his

Brandon maintained contact with him, staying informed about

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

returned to his family

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

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

until the last drop of wine on the table had

eyeing the two

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

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

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