The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Brandon stood alone on the staircase, feeling dejected. The psychotherapy session had not only been useless but had also worsened their relationship. With a heavy heart, he busied himself in the kitchen, preparing a delicious meal and even a dessert.

Carefully arranging the food on the table, Brandon knocked on the bedroom door and called out softly, “Honey, it’s time for dinner. You can go back to sleep after eating. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

Natalie opened the door, enticed by the mouthwatering aroma of the food. However, she remained steadfast in her anger. “I said I’m not eating,” she retorted. “Eat by yourself. Stop disturbing me!”

Though tempted by the smell, Natalie refused to eat with him. She had made her decision clear. But as she lay in bed, her stomach grumbled incessantly, overpowering her willpower. Unable to sleep, she glanced at the wall clock—it was already one o’clock in the morning. No ve Lo zBrandon must have fallen asleep by now, she reasoned. She could sneak downstairs for a quick bite without him knowing.

Determined, Natalie got out of bed, donned her robe, and hurried downstairs. The food had been stored in the refrigerator, covered with plastic wrap. Natalie removed the wrap, picked up a meatball, and stuffed it into her mouth. Suddenly, the kitchen lights flicked on, startling her. Squinting, she tried to adjust her eyes and saw Brandon standing before her, arms crossed.

He raised an eyebrow, glancing at the meatball in her hand and then at her bulging cheeks. “Does it taste good, you little thief?” he teased.

Natalie stood frozen, her eyes wide with surprise. She had been caught red-handed. Without changing her expression, she carefully placed the plate of meatballs back into the fridge, licked the sauce off her fingers, and patted Brandon on the shoulder.

“Not bad, but you can do better,” she said, trying to play it cool. She walked past him, intending to go upstairs as if nothing had happened.

“Where do you think you’re going, little thief?” Brandon grabbed the collar of her pajamas and pulled her back towards him in one swift motion. He lowered his head, locking eyes with her. In that dimly lit kitchen, Brandon looked unusually aggressive. It suddenly dawned on Natalie that when they first met, he was nothing more than a bad-tempered and unkempt man.

“What thief? What are you talking about?” Natalie asked cautiously, unable to meet his intense gaze.

at him. “Do you want me to dig out the food from your mouth as

swallow the half-chewed meatball, but it got stuck in her throat. Choking, she grabbed her

grabbed a bottle of water for her. After gulping down

Natalie turned her face away

and tossed the tissue into the trash

of the past two years are incredibly important

her arms

shouldn’t have lashed

memories. Promise me you’ll stop hurting

fixed on her soft-looking lips. Just as he was about to kiss

It was Frank calling. Natalie knew it had something to do

whatever he has to say too,”

on speaker. He had initially wanted to take the call in private, but

soon as I got off the plane,” Frank said anxiously. “I attended a

as he thanked Frank. The wind seemed to howl

this. It might just be the greatest challenge of my career. Even if it wasn’t you, I would’ve

said, although he has a theory about the cause of your condition, we still

Brandon. He tried to comfort her by patting her back. “Don’t worry. Now that we know a mysterious drug caused my memory loss, it’s just a matter of finding it. I’ll have my team investigate