The Billionaire Husband's Betrayal by Nancii Agosto

Chapter 2: Claire’s POV

I turned white at the thought of my husband in bed with another woman. Especially this one.

“Are you sleeping in the same bed?” I knew Leo saw to her personally but sleeping in the same bed was past unacceptable. It was out of line.

“Don’t blame him, Claire. He was just so tired after caring for me last night.” She lets out a chuckle. Charlotte had no regard for me or my marriage and had taken every opportunity to make that clear. “Why are you calling again?” She asks as if I’m disturbing her although she answered my husband’s phone.

“Please let Leo know that I’d like to meet him for dinner at that old restaurant we love when he wakes up.” I tried my best not to sound hurt as I tell her. It was my wedding anniversary, and he had run off to be with Charlotte once again. This time, even sleeping in her bed.

“I’ll let him know. Happy Anniversary, Claire.” She muttered my name in disgust and reminded me of my anniversary just to mock me and remind me that on my anniversary, my husband had run to her side. Not only that but slept in her bed and had forgotten about me.

to sink with my tears. I sat in bed alone for a moment and decided to get up and

pregnancy today. Even if his love for me is outweighed by

reservation. It’s not a Michelin star location

a male figure for the position. After a pressure-led search, I found that Leo’s company had posted a job opportunity as the secretary to the president and

his office on the very first day but he didn’t remember me. I expected him to at least recognize me and I was mildly disappointed to know that he didn’t. It probably didn’t helped that I was dressed like a boy in baggy clothes with a baseball hat. He had no idea of the

had met him in his office for the first time – all

I’m redirected to voicemail. So I resorted to call someone who I rarely spoke to and who had no

she’s also a part of his elite and successful family who have

He’s at our family home. I thought you would’ve accompanied him for the

furrow my brows

my confusion “Did Leonardo not tell you? Of course, he wouldn’t. Well, we are celebrating Charlotte’s big