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.

stretched her chubby little hand to caress Laney’s

tender act quieted the storm within Laney’s mind. As she looked down upon her daughter’s

she couldn’t let despair

out to herold friend, Teresa Walsh, a former fellow

accomplished professional bodyguard, now worked in another

been saddened when Laney’s marriage and pregnancy took her away from their shared profession,

and distance had not weakened

Teresa picked up the phone, she was taken aback. “Laney! What brings you to call me? How

their friendship since her marriage. She

voice radiated exuberance and

both business and training new female

a hot sting of tears at the corners of her

been so spirited and content. Those feelings had ebbed away

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 felt