The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Reluctantly, Natalie agreed, “Alright, I’ll go see her.”

Brandon held her in his arms, their foreheads touching. “Listen, it’s not your fault,” he whispered with tender compassion.

Ever since Charis died, Natalie had been haunted by nightmares every night. The image of Charis’ unrecognizable face in the heavy snow tormented her relentlessly.

Later that afternoon, Natalie had an appointment with the psychologist, who greeted her warmly. “Just think of me as a friend. Don’t be nervous.”

After chatting for a while, the psychologist identified the source of Natalie’s frequent nightmares. She also recognized that part of Natalie’s psychological pressure stemmed from Brandon.

“How is Mr. Larson doing?” the psychologist inquired gently. “Perhaps both of you should undergo treatment together.”

Excited by the possibility of helping Brandon regain his memory, Natalie felt a glimmer of hope. The psychologist explained that some memory loss could be caused by psychological factors.

Eager to explore this avenue, Natalie proposed the idea to Brandon when she returned home. However, he immediately became resistant, dismissing the suggestion.

“I don’t need it. As long as she can help you, that’s enough. Don’t worry about me,” Brandon retorted, clearly annoyed.

Natalie pressed him for an explanation. She knew him well enough to understand that forcing him into something he had already formed a negative opinion about would

which had left a

reluctance, Natalie didn’t push further. Instead, she had a backup plan

saw the table adorned with numerous delicious dishes, he hesitated. He sensed that Natalie had a motive behind this extravagant meal but decided

him with a smile, she said, “It feels like we’re back to the early

couldn’t recall those memories she spoke of. Sensing his confusion, Natalie continued, “Brandon, can you please go see the psychologist with me? We’ve been through so much lately. I want us to take a break. And… I also want to have a

warm palm, her eyes shining with

coming true. After contemplating for a while, he finally mustered the courage to

clinic. As they entered, Natalie noticed a tall, familiar-looking woman. She tapped the woman on the shoulder and exclaimed, “Elizabeth, it’s really you! What are you

needed to see a psychologist. Despite Elizabeth’s quiet nature, everyone at work found her easy to be around, and she didn’t seem to have any mental issues. Just then, a man approached Elizabeth, dressed in a

It’s almost our turn,” the man said to Elizabeth, glancing at Natalie and asking, “Who’s this?” Elizabeth softly replied, “She’s my colleague,” lowering her head. The man sneered and crudely looked Natalie up and down, saying, “How come I never knew you had such a beautiful friend?” He extended his hand to shake Natalie’s, but she

apologized to Natalie, explaining, “I’m sorry. This is my boyfriend, Jorge Anderson. We’re here for counseling. He tends to talk nonsense. Please don’t take him seriously.” She pinched Jorge’s arm and urged him, “Let’s

about the situation. “I never expected Elizabeth needed counseling. It seems like many people need help nowadays,” she sighed heavily. Brandon held her hand, pulling her closer. He gently stroked her soft hair and said, “Everyone has their own problems. The key is to find meaning in life and live it to the fullest.” Lowering his head, he looked at Natalie affectionately and added,

Soon, it was their turn to enter the psychologist’s office. However, instead of asking about Natalie, the psychologist’s first question was directed at

Mr. Larson’s medical records and found that he had been taking a lot of

handle his medical records, leading him to provide genuine information to the psychologist. It was evident that the psychologist had discovered Brandon’s prescription for painkillers, leaving him with no choice but to