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.

to psychotherapy, Natalie pressed him for an explanation. She knew him well enough to understand that forcing him into something he

his mother’s death, which had left a bitter impression

didn’t push further. Instead, she had a

When he saw the table adorned with numerous delicious dishes, he hesitated. He sensed that Natalie had

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

can you please go see the psychologist with me? We’ve been

palm, her eyes

side, he felt his dreams were slowly coming true. After contemplating for a while, he finally mustered the courage to say, “Okay.” Natalie was overjoyed, knowing Brandon wouldn’t refuse her. They both wanted to be happy

noticed a tall, familiar-looking woman. She tapped the woman on the shoulder and exclaimed, “Elizabeth, it’s really you! What are you doing here?” Elizabeth turned around, surprised to see Natalie. After regaining her composure, she greeted Brandon and Natalie with a

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 unique outfit consisting of distressed denim jacket, white turtleneck sweater, tight black jeans, and black army boots. Although handsome, Natalie couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t a good match

her head. The man sneered and crudely looked Natalie

to Natalie, explaining, “I’m sorry. This is my boyfriend, Jorge Anderson. We’re here for counseling. He tends to talk

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

collar, standing on tiptoe to kiss his lips softly. Clearly, his words had touched her deeply. Soon, it was their turn to enter the psychologist’s office.

no idea he was taking any. The psychologist noticed her confusion and explained, “I checked Mr. Larson’s medical records and found that he had been taking

not being cautious enough. He had forgotten to ask Frank to 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