The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Garrett rubbed his shoulder where Brandon had hit him and smiled. “I may not work here anymore, but I’m still your friend. I rushed here as soon as I got your call. It was too windy on the phone, so I couldn’t hear what you were saying at first. It took me a while to understand what was happening. When I reached the office above, Charis was pushing Natalie through the window! I immediately called 911. Luckily, the police and rescue team arrived just in time to save them. Otherwise, not one, but three people would have died today.”

Garrett glanced out the window at Charis’s lifeless body below, shuddering at the gruesome sight. “God, why, Charis? Why would she do something so foolish?”

Brandon fell silent, unable to provide an answer. After some time, when Natalie finally calmed down, a policeman approached them and asked them to identify Charis’s body. Together, they made their way down to the scene.

In the snow, a woman lay motionless, her body covered in blood. The crimson stain spread around her like a macabre rose. Natalie couldn’t shake off the feeling that Charis’s lifeless eyes were fixed on her, sending shivers down her spine. Seeking solace, she buried her face in Brandon’s arms.

Trembling, Natalie asked, “Have you contacted her parents?”

Garett nodded. “I did. They should be here soon.”

Brandon, his gaze fixed on Charis’s corpse, took a deep breath and wrapped his scarf around Natalie, offering comfort. “Do you want to wait for me inside?” he asked gently.

Natalie shook her head, clinging to the hope of being with her parents. She didn’t want to be separated from them.

Suddenly, the wailing siren of an ambulance pierced the air. Gathering what little courage remained, Brandon raised his head and looked towards where they had found Charis’s body. Workers carried her away on a stretcher.

“I almost feel sorry for her,” Brandon muttered under his breath.

“She deserved it. No need to feel sorry,” Natalie replied, though she sensed Brandon’s conflicting emotions. She knew he pitied Charis. While there had never been romantic feelings between them, he had always admired and trusted her. From their school days, Charis had stood out as a confident and exceptional woman, a cut above the rest.

lifeless body, crying hysterically. Luke, usually a reserved man who rarely showed emotion, couldn’t help but burst into tears, his anguish echoing through the air. Catherine, disregarding her expensive

Luke hurriedly approached Natalie, pointing an accusing finger at her. “You! This is all your fault! You drove my daughter to madness. She said she would go back to square one, but

It was Charis who had been pursuing

he addressed

with hatred. He trembled as he spoke, “The police will investigate Brandon Larson. I won’t rest until you’re behind

had died. Fortunately, the Larson Group building had well-equipped closed-circuit cameras.

the building with Natalie. However, Brandon had

any responsibility for Charis’s fate. With the case resolved, Catherine

aged beyond their years as they returned home, carrying the weight of

death. She couldn’t understand why Charis’s parents hadn’t taken any action against her. Determined to seek justice, Vivian, a Ph.D. student in the midst of

and anxious, Vivian shared the devastating news with him. Concerned, Jeremy asked, “What’s wrong? We’re still in the early stages of the

head sadly, Vivian replied, “Mr. Button, my sponsor, Charis Turner, was murdered. I have

the leave forms for

was of the essence, and she needed to pack quickly to catch the

wait,” he called

around, Vivian asked anxiously,

week’s leave might not be enough. Considering the seriousness of

were crucial? Is it really okay if I

was murdered. Don’t you want to avenge

to seek justice for Charis. However, she felt lost and unsure of where to begin. The Whites, the family involved, were not to be underestimated. Even Vivian, who had been abroad for a long time, knew about

orphan, despite my academic achievements. I don’t stand a chance against Charis’s killer. I don’t even know where to start,” Vivian confessed, clenching her fists with