The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1215 Restore The Recording

Once Ian had departed, Laney reclined on the bed, her expression a mix of blankness and despair. The bittersweet memories of her and Garrett, from the moment they met to the blossoming of their love, cascaded through her mind.

But now, with the photo and the damning recording as her companions, the memories had lost their luster, tainted by newfound heartache.

Laney was uncertain how long she had been immersed in her thoughts when the baby’s cry snapped her back to reality.

The room was enshrouded in darkness, with only the gentle touch of moonlight stealing in through the window.

Determined, Laney switched on the light, briskly patted her cheeks, and mustered the strength to face her responsibilities. She tenderly cradled her daughter and began to feed her.

As she drank, the infant’s cries subsided.

The baby girl eagerly drank her mother’s milk, her wide eyes gazing up at Laney’s weary visage.

little hand to caress Laney’s cheek, as if

mind. As she looked down upon her

she couldn’t let despair

herold

an accomplished professional bodyguard, now worked

pregnancy took her away from their shared profession, but she had nonetheless wished

and distance had not weakened

phone, she was taken aback. “Laney! What brings you to call me? How have you

marriage. She managed a wistful smile. “I’ve been well, thank you. What about

voice radiated exuberance and

to establish a security company. I handle both business and training new female bodyguards. My days are hectic, but

sting of tears at the corners of her eyes as she listened to Teresa describe her

so spirited and content. Those feelings had

with demanding employers and ever-present danger. It had been exhausting, but