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.”

can you please believe me?” Gazing into Garrett’s anguished eyes, Laney’s heart softened. “Alright, I believe

hope. “Really? You do? Then can

to fire lan.” The

During the darkest days of my life, lan cared for me and provided company. The

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

but lan emerged from Laney’s house, cutting

heart ached, as if pierced

with Ian… Garrett thought,

surreptitiously eavesdropped on the conversation between

door. Hearing Laney express gratitude rather than

he considered, gratitude was better than indifference.

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

flicker of pain

I’m staying here to help. Rest assured, I mostly spend time with Anya.” “I

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 cause any

that, she pivoted to

panic, grasped her wrist, attempting to explain,

off his grip, and disappeared into the room without

nonchalantly said, “Mr. Harding, it’s best that you

smiled and closed the