The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Garrett’s tone took on a plaintive quality as he lamented to Natalie, “It’s all because you found Laney such an exceptional assistant. It’s made winning back my wife even more challenging.”

“Ian? How has he stopped you from pursuing your wife?”

Garrett scoffed, explaining, “Did you know he’s the one who sent the divorce papers and wedding ring? Now he’s living with Laney, by her side day and night. My wife and daughter will soon be his!” Unable to suppress a chuckle at his complaints, Natalie retorted, “It’s your own doing. You angered Laney. Now, you’d better muster your strength and courage to win her back!”

Realizing that complaining was futile, Garrett forced a bitter smile. “You’re right. I’ll do whatever it takes to win Laney back.” He returned to his new home, disheartened, his mind consumed by worry and anxiety about him and Laney”s future. Unbeknownst to him, Natalie was smirking on the other end upon hanging up. “You used to fool around with women. You’re getting what you deserve.”

Curious, Brandon leaned in and inquired, “What did Garrett say?” With a grin,

Natalie recounted, “He didn’t appreciate Laney before. Now he’s chasing his wife in another city, and lan is thwarting his efforts. Winning her back won’t be easy for Garrett. In my opinion, it’s payback for his past philandering!”

Hearing Natalie’s dissatisfaction with Garrett’s former behavior, Brandon couldn’t help but feel fortunate. He’d always been a man of integrity, adhering to moral codes and avoiding female friendships. He’d never make such a foolish mistake.

Eager to steer the conversation elsewhere, Brandon suggested, “Shall we try on our outfits for Mr. Nixon’s art exhibition in a few days and make sure they fit?”

After a moment’s thought, Natalie nodded in agreement. “Okay. The ensembles we’ll be wearing were designed by myself. We can’t afford any mishaps.”

Brandon interjected, “Exactly. Our outfits must make a statement at the event. Not only will we advertise for the studio, but we might also receive instructions from Mr. Nixon.” As planned, Brandon successfully diverted Natalie’s focus, and she ushered him to try on her creation.

Standing before the mirror, Brandon donned the outfit designed by Natalie, his satisfaction evident. “Darling, your design skills have improved once more. This ensemble surpasses any of my expensive garments.”

Natalie scrutinized him from collar to cuffs, meticulously inspecting every detail. Once satisfied, she grinned, teasing, “It’s your good looks and physique that make this outfit truly shine.” “I’m flattered,” Brandon quipped, admiring her in return. “Your dress is equally stunning. We make a perfect pair in these outfits. Anyone can see the designer’s talent.”

“Truly?” Natalie’s face lit up. “Do you genuinely believe that?” Having experienced the upper echelons of society, Brandon had worn his fair share of high-end custom clothing. Though not a professional designer, his aesthetic standards far exceeded those of the average person.

Natalie was elated to receive his endorsement.

With a solemn nod, he affirmed, “It’s genuinely beautiful.” Overjoyed, Natalie hugged Brandon tightly, affectionately nuzzling his chest. “Thank you, Brandon. Your affirmation gives me greater confidence.”

His heart swelling, Brandon tenderly caressed her head, declaring, “Honey, you’re extraordinary.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The day of Nelson’s art exhibition finally arrived. Upon entering the venue, Natalie and Brandon instantly captivated the room with their undeniable allure.

Every gaze in the room was drawn to them, their magnetic presence leaving the crowd awestruck.

“Who are those two models? Not only are they striking, but their outfits are stunning as well!” exclaimed one onlooker.

“This design is so refreshing. It’s minimalist yet captivating. I wonder which major brand it’s from,” another whispered in admiration.

“That woman is Natalie! She’s a designer herself, and this dress must be her own creation. Each detail is flawlessly executed. The fashion industry is in for a shake-up after this,” someone recognized and lauded her. Overhearing the praise, Natalie blushed, feeling a mix of happiness and b”That girl from the White family, Natalie, is simply clueless. She has no understanding of the significance of marketing whatsoever. She even rejected my offer of free promotion. It’s clear that she’s pretending to be someone she’s not.

Brandon leaned in, his voice a gentle murmur in her ear. “You see, it’s not just me who thinks you’re talented. Everyone here acknowledges your design prowess. Have a little more faith in yourself.”

With a coy smile, Natalie nodded.

Her demure expression caught the surrounding guests’ attention, inciting another wave of excitement.

“I never knew the young lady of the White family possessed not only remarkable design skills but also such beauty,” someone remarked, impressed by Natalie’s talents and appearance.

“I used to think she was all looks, but she’s clearly got the skills to back it up,” another added.

Even some self-proclaimed elite designers flocked around Natalie, seeking her insights and ideas about the garments she’d created. Meanwhile, a jealous stare fixed on her.

“She’s just riding on the coattails of the White family name. What’s so special about that?” a woman sneered, swirling the red wine in her glass. With a swish of her hips, she sauntered toward Natalie in her towering heels.

“Hello.” The woman’s approach was marked by a shift from jealousy to a gentle smile. “My name is Vivi,” she said, her voice soft and soothing.

A flicker of surprise crossed Natalie’s eyes as she recognized Vivi from social media.

The Internet celebrity model had gained popularity for her exceptional beauty and figure, becoming a sought-after muse for many fashion designers.

Though taken aback by Vivi’s introduction, Natalie greeted her warmly, “Hello, is there something I can help you with?”

Sipping her wine, Vivi offered a proposition, “I really admire your design style, and I’d like to promote it free of charge. If we work well together, we could collaborate in the long-term, and I’d even offer you a half-off discount.” Natalie’sheart skipped a beat at the enticing offer. Vivi’s fan base could certainly reduce promotional costs for her studio, especially with the first collaboration being free.

But after some consideration, Natalie politely declined, “I’m sorry, Vivi. While you’re stunning, your style is more luxurious and flamboyant than what I currently design. Perhaps we can collaborate in the future.”

Vivi’s once-radiant smile froze upon hearing the refusal.

She couldn’t believe Natalie would pass up a free collaboration.

Shouldn’t Natalie be grateful for her generous offer of a free collaboration?

Sensing Vivi’s growing discontent, Natalie apologized, “I’m sorry, Vivi. I didn’t mean to offend. My design aesthetic leans more toward minimalist and modern, which doesn’t quite mesh with your style.”

Struggling to suppress her ire, Vivi forced a smile and replied, “That’s fine. If you think it’s not a good fit, we’ll let it go. Maybe we can work together another time.”

With that, she stormed off in her towering heels, a wave of indignation brewing within her.

Vivi had never encountered a person so ungrateful. Despite her generous offer to collaborate for free, Natalie remained unappreciative of her efforts.