The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband – Episode 41
Sebastian did not deny the name. The hospital room settled into a silence deeper than any argument, filled by the answer Natalie read in his face before he spoke. Bash Myers was not a rumor standing somewhere beyond her life. He was the husband who made her coffee, slept across the hall, and lied every time she came close to understanding him.
“Yes,” he said. “I founded B.M. Enterprises.”
Natalie lowered the phone. Confirmation hurt more cleanly than suspicion. “And Daniel works for you.”
“He is my partner and closest friend, but I hold the controlling interest.” Sebastian sat upright despite the lingering sedative. He wanted no weakness to look like an excuse. “He helped keep my identity hidden while I completed something involving my family.”
“The hospital bill?”
“I paid it.” He explained that he used George’s name because the Quinns owed her the money and because he feared she would feel indebted to him. The reasoning sounded considerate until placed beside the fact that he alone had controlled what she knew.
“You let me thank my father.” Natalie remembered carrying pastries to a house where no one understood her gratitude. “You watched me believe he cared.”
Sebastian accepted the accusation. “I thought relief mattered more than the name on the transfer. I was wrong.”
“And my job?” Her voice tightened. “Did I earn any of it?”
“You earned the position in every way Serena refused to measure. I ordered a fair review. The contract was yours.” He did not mention Nick’s coerced introduction yet; another omitted detail would become another betrayal later, but the truth was already difficult enough to hear.
Natalie heard the distinction and still felt the ground shift. Her dream company belonged to her husband. The CEO who praised her answered to him. Even the challenge she believed she overcame existed inside a system Sebastian could quietly rearrange.
“The penthouse belongs to you,” she said. “There was never a traveling friend.”
“It is my home.”
“Then whose home did you bring me into?” Natalie asked. “Yours, Bash Myers’s, or the one Sebastian Klein invented for me?”
He reached toward her, but she stepped back. The movement hurt more than anger. “Sebastian is real,” he said. “Bash is a name I used to build the company without alerting the Kleins.”
“Real people don’t need this many explanations.” Natalie looked at the hospital monitor tracing his steady heartbeat. Machines could verify his body, but nothing in the room could verify which version of him had loved her.
Sebastian told her he planned to reveal everything at the company event. The acquisition documents had been finalized, removing the last threat to his plan. “I wanted you to hear it from me when I could explain all of it.”
“You had dozens of chances.” She named the pawnshop, the hospital call, Daniel’s office, and every moment he answered honesty with another polished fragment. “You didn’t lack opportunity. You kept choosing control.”
He had no defense. Fear of losing her had grown stronger as affection deepened, turning tomorrow into the safest day for a confession until no tomorrow remained.
Natalie picked up her coat. Sebastian tried to stand, but dizziness forced him back against the bed. She did not abandon him without care; she called Daniel and confirmed he was coming. Then she faced her husband with tears she refused to let fall. “You saved my mother, protected me, and gave me opportunities. I am grateful. But gratitude is not the same as trust.”
At the door, Sebastian called her name. Natalie paused without turning. “When you’re discharged, don’t come after me until you can tell me why the richest man I’ve ever met needed to hide inside the poorest version of himself.” The door closed, leaving Bash Myers with everything his plan had secured—and no certainty that his wife would return.