The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 793

Laney hesitated but reluctantly relented. “Do as you please. Live there if you want, but don’t bother me.”

She turned to leave with the trash, but George offered to help. “I’m free right now. Let me give you a hand.” ;

For the first time, Laney didn’t refuse.

Inside, Garrett exhaled a sigh of relief.

As they walked, he contemplated whether to explain the incident at the store to Laney.

By the time they disposed of the trash and returned to her doorstep, he still hadn’t mustered the courage.

Fearing Laney wouldn’t believe him, he hesitated.

Laney stood in front of her door, eyeing Garrett coolly. “Do you have something to say? If not, I’m going inside.”

After a few moments of silence, Laney furrowed her brow and turned to leave, feigning disinterest.

“Wait!” Garrett reached out, grasping Laney’s arm, his words tumbling out in a jumble. “I didn’t… I didn’t hit lan. He fell by himself. As for the divorce papers and wedding ring, he might have orchestrated it.”

pleading, “Laney, can you please believe me?” Gazing into

“Really? You do? Then can we fire lan? I’ll help you find someone

The color drained from Garrett’s face as realization struck. “You’ve fallen

During the darkest days of my life, lan cared for me and

His eyes brimmed with torment, and his lips quivered, unable to muster a defense. Laney offered a faint smile before continuing, “We’ve already accumulated countless misunderstandings. One more won’t change much. The crux of our issues is inequality. You and your family have constantly belittled, pitied, and manipulated me as if I were a mere plaything. I refuse to endure a life tethered to the whims of the wealthy and powerful, and I won’t subject my daughter to such

prepared to make a promise, but lan emerged from

ached, as

with Ian…

eavesdropped on the conversation

gratitude rather

better than indifference. Perhaps it could blossom

within him. Purposefully, Ian emerged to not only interrupt Laney and Garrett’s

of pain when he caught

Anya is still young, needing nighttime feedings and diaper changes. Mrs. Harding can’t handle it all by herself, so I’m staying here to help. Rest assured, I mostly spend time with Anya.” “I didn’t say anything,” Garrett retorted, face flushing crimson. Despite his protest, he couldn’t suppress his

this, Laney scoffed, “As a father, how often have you taken care of your daughter? You’re clueless about her food or diapers. Ian has been a great caregiver. What’s your problem?” Chastised by Laney, Garrett found himself at a loss for words. Laney glared icily at her husband, sneering, “Finish the investigation

that, she pivoted to

grasped her wrist, attempting to

hesitated, shook off his grip, and disappeared into the

nonchalantly said, “Mr. Harding, it’s best that you not to enter

smiled and closed the