The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

A few days later, Natalie arrived at a small church in the suburbs, wearing a simple white slip dress.

She was getting married today.

She was going to marry a man she had never seen before.

She didn’t bother renting a wedding dress because she didn’t want to pay for it. Natalie had to pay the medical fees for Hannah’s surgery.

She bought some white baby’s-breath in a flower shop and asked the seller to give her an extra white silk ribbon to braid her hair. Natalie looked pure and innocent.

It was time for the wedding, but the groom hadn’t arrived yet. The wedding venue was almost empty — only a few people had arrived.

“Don’t worry. He’s probably stuck in traffic. Let’s wait a little longer,” George comforted Natalie.

Natalie’s breathing faltered.

marry. His name was Sebastian Klein. The man didn’t have a decent job

Natalie stomach churn with anxiety, but she had no

glanced at the handful of people in the church. She was dressed in a gorgeous, soft purple dress. The subtle makeup accentuated her features — she

the marriage. However, Natalie wasn’t bothered. She only cared

and whispered, “Will you give me the

had promised her adoptive parents to trade

give you the money as promised. Don’t keep asking about it.” Regardless of how gentle Lauren tried to sound, impatience was evident in her

Meanwhile, Cassie also arrived.

into the church in a splashy outfit and expensive jewelry,

George and Lauren with a smug smile. She had stolen Natalie’s wealthy boyfriend, leaving her to

brows furrowed when he saw Natalie in her wedding dress. A ball of guilt settled in

relationship with the love of his life. Natalie was going to

didn’t intend to attend the wedding. Cassie had practically dragged him to the church. However, he

Natalie ever since he arrived at the church. Cassie couldn’t bear to watch him gape at

even after all these years. Natalie managed to captivate everyone with her charm. People always paid attention to her

furious and began yelling at Steve, irrespective of the occasion. “Believe it or not, I’ll gouge your eyes out. What the hell is so good about that bitch?