The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

After work, Charis planned to have dinner with a friend. He was the son of the Perkins family — a handsome, wealthy man.

However, he was also a notorious playboy in the city. He had dated countless women. The man was a charmer and could get any woman in bed.

But despite that, he had never been with a woman for more than three months. Kent Perkins was talking over the phone as he walked into the box.

“Get a goddamn abortion! Don’t call me again,” he grunted impatiently.

One of the women he had dated had been pestering him for the past few days. She was a married woman. Kent, as usual, had abandoned her after getting what he wanted.

However, the woman claimed to be pregnant with his child and insisted on keeping the baby. She had also said she wanted to divorce her husband and be with him, which. forced Kent to flee the UK and return to Seacisco.

“Gosh, you haven’t changed one bit. One day, you’ll pay the price for all this!” Charis’s nose scrunched up with disgust.

If her family wasn’t friends with the Perkins, she wouldn’t want to be associated with Kent in any way. He had tricked a lot of women into bed with his charm.

Kent was used to her attitude. He took off his coat and hung it on the back of his chair before filling her glass with wine. “What’s up?” he asked, smiling. Charis seldom asked him out.

“Nothing. I just haven’t seen you for three years, so I wanted to catch up.” Charis shrugged noncommittally. Kent was indeed

happy to have dinner with a beautiful woman.

The two chatted as they ate. Gradually, Charis shifted the topic to women, which she knew would undoubtedly captivate Kent’s interest. She casually mentioned Natalie in the conversation, praising her beauty.

“How beautiful is she?” Kent sounded curious. “Do you have any photos of her?”

Charis took out a photo of Natalie at work and showed it to him. Kent’s eyes widened as he looked at the picture. He took the phone and zoomed in, examining every inch of her beautiful face.

Pretty is an understatement. She seems

looks more beautiful in person. But, unfortunately, she is married. I don’t think you can get her.” Charis took back her phone

as if

if I got her?” Charis knew that Kent was determined to get Natalie to prove himself. She

will introduce you to all the beautiful women I know. Can’t wait to see how you’re going to

to people praise Charis all day long, Natalie returned home with a heavy heart. Sebastian was busy cooking in the kitchen when he heard Natalie come in. He walked to the living room whilst stirring the egg in the

at her and asked, “What would you like to

gray shirt and a pair of slippers. An old apron clung to

he learned to cook and be the best partner who looked after

at another woman

of thoughts wrecked Natalie’s peace at

glared at Sebastian and opened the bedroom door. “Cook whatever you

door, Sebastian stood there, staring

Natalie would get jealous because it meant she cared about him. At first, he liked it; she looked adorable. However, the jealousy had turned into something vicious, separating them. Sebastian couldn’t take it anymore. He

tell Natalie that Charis liked him because

tricky path to tread. The weather

lay on the bed, wrapped

him. Since Sebastian wanted Natalie to stay in his room, he practically turned her old bedroom

his head

depressing atmosphere prevailed in the room. Sebastian turned and glanced at the back of Natalie’s head. Noticing his presence, Natalie moved away from him, pulling the blanket closer to keep a safe distance from him. Sebastian closed his eyes and

their new apartment, so she walked to work every day. But today, the road ahead was under construction, so Natalie had to take a different route. Autumns were dry in Seacisco. The leaves of the ginkgo trees had turned yellow. Natalie stopped and admired the beauty

spun around and saw a car darting toward her. Natalie had no time to dodge. She fell to the ground in

in front of her. Just as

phone and didn’t notice you in

She looked up and saw a man examining her with concern. He was a

Thank you.” Natalie shook her head, patted the dust off her dress, and picked up her bag to leave, “Miss, your ankle is scraped. I think there must be other wounds as well. Let me take you to