My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1215 Restore The Recording

Once Ian had departed, Laney reclined on the bed, her expression a mix of blankness and despair. The bittersweet memories of her and Garrett, from the moment they met to the blossoming of their love, cascaded through her mind.

But now, with the photo and the damning recording as her companions, the memories had lost their luster, tainted by newfound heartache.

Laney was uncertain how long she had been immersed in her thoughts when the baby’s cry snapped her back to reality.

The room was enshrouded in darkness, with only the gentle touch of moonlight stealing in through the window.

Determined, Laney switched on the light, briskly patted her cheeks, and mustered the strength to face her responsibilities. She tenderly cradled her daughter and began to feed her.

As she drank, the infant’s cries subsided.

The baby girl eagerly drank her mother’s milk, her wide eyes gazing up at Laney’s weary visage.

little hand

looked down upon her daughter’s angelic face, a wellspring of strength surged within

sake, she

herold friend, Teresa Walsh,

professional bodyguard, now

when Laney’s marriage and pregnancy took her away from their shared profession, but she had nonetheless wished

and distance had not weakened

was taken aback. “Laney! What brings you to call

of guilt for neglecting their friendship since her marriage. She managed a wistful smile.

voice radiated exuberance and

business and training new female bodyguards. My days

felt a hot sting of tears at the corners of her eyes as

Those feelings had ebbed away after her marriage to

of the nation’s leading female bodyguards, her days had been filled with demanding employers and ever-present danger. It had been exhausting, but she had