The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Natalie tugged at her wet dress that was clinging to her legs.

The sweet scent of roses from the wine wafted in the air.

Natalie immediately moved back from Cassie and glared at her. “You did it on purpose! You didn’t have an invitation, right? How did you get in?”

Cassie smirked at her. “Of course, I walked in. I have my ways. I can get into parties even without the invitation.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and raked her eyes across Natalie — back to her arrogant self. “I accidentally stained your dress. How about I compensate for it? How much is this dress? Is it even a hundred dollars?”

Cassie took out three hundred dollar bills from her handbag and threw them at Cassie’s face. “I’ll compensate you three times the price. You don’t have to thank me.”

Sebastian put down the glass and stood up, his face taut with anger.

He grabbed some tissues from the table and tried wiping the stain from Natalie’s dress, which was dripping with wine.

Then, he glared at Cassie as if he wanted to burn her alive.

“I’m fine. It’s between her and me. Please don’t get involved in this.” Natalie felt the coldness emanating from him. She quickly grabbed the tissues from his hand, trying to calm him down.

She feared that Sebastian might end up beating up Cassie until she passed out.

Moreover, her dress indeed wasn’t expensive.

Cassie had perhaps already figured that out. How could a poor woman like Natalie afford an expensive dress? She didn’t even have decent clothes to wear for opulent dinner parties. After all, she struggled to make ends meet.

“Do you know what kind of occasion it is? Don’t you have any sense of aesthetics? How could you come here wearing a cheap dress? Don’t you have money to even afford a decent dress, or are you too stingy to spend money on it? You are indeed just a bumpkin that hasn’t seen the world. You should feel ashamed of yourself for attending such a

on the floor. She smiled and picked up a plate of stewed beef

hell are

bellowed. She never thought Cassie would do something like

her face, ruining her makeup. Lumps of beef were stuck on her head, and the sauce dripped from her

out of her sockets. “You bitch!” she shouted like a

was the spoiled princess, while

dish was not boiling hot. Otherwise, it would have burned your artificial face for which you had spent a lot of

as she put the plate back on the table. Then, she picked up the three hundred dollars from the floor and threw them at Cassie’s face. “Take back your three hundred dollars. You ruined my dress, and I did the same to you. We’re even.

You fucking bitch! I’ll teach you a lesson today!” Cassie quickly wiped the sauce off her face and darted

front of Natalie to protect her. His face

could do anything, one of the staff dragged Cassie away

had been gone only for a while and didn’t expect something like this to happen. Hearing the commotion, he rushed over and walked through the crowd. His eyes widened when he saw Natalie’s stained dress and Cassie’s

happened? Who is making trouble?” Garrett asked, his

time. Later, she learned that he was Garrett Harding, the deputy CEO of the Larson Group and the son of the

men she had dated so far faded in

standing behind Sebastian. “It’s her!” she pouted, trying to sound pitiful. “I accidentally spilled wine on her

were ruined, and she looked terrible at the

woman had ruined

arms and sneered. “You should have hit her harder. Look at the way she is talking about

attacked Cassie, but she just couldn’t take it

she found out about

and stroked Natalie’s hair

his glasses up the bridge of his nose and

at the waiter. “Go and get a new evening gown