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 Garrett’s anguished eyes, Laney’s heart

hope. “Really? You do? Then can we fire lan? I’ll help you

fire lan.” The color drained from Garrett’s

lan cared for me and provided company. The pain from those times is

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

lan emerged from Laney’s house, cutting their

ached, as if

Ian… Garrett thought, disbelief welling up within

eavesdropped on the conversation between Laney

from behind the door. Hearing Laney express gratitude rather than love towards him, disappointment

gratitude was better than indifference. Perhaps it could blossom into love

of hope ignited within him. Purposefully, Ian emerged to not only interrupt Laney

Garrett’s eyes betrayed a flicker of pain when he caught

smile, Ian drawled, “Mr. Harding, don’t misconstrue the situation. 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

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 quickly and return to Barnes. We don’t need you to

that, she pivoted to

panic, grasped her wrist, attempting to

shook off his grip, and disappeared into the room without a

it’s best that you not to enter

smiled and