The Billionaire Husband's Betrayal by Nancii Agosto

Chapter 5: Claire’s POV

I have never seen this face on my husband – nonetheless directed at me. I begin rambling in an attempt to explain what happened and absolve myself of being accountable for any wrongdoings. It was an accident, and I was still trying to figure out exactly what happened myself.

“This is not what it seems, Charlotte’s wheelchair got stuck at the top of the hill so I kneeled down to inspect it and felt a push. I tried to run after her, but I wasn’t fast enough.” I was hoping he would trust me or believe me. I would never do this.

I was mistaken.

Leonardo pushed me aside, causing me to fall onto the ground without a single glance to see if I was okay and rushed to Charlottes’ side.

I covered my stomach and twisted in pain as I felt an intensifying pain. My baby! I look up to as Leo picks up Charlotte and begins to walk away. I struggled yo hastily rise yo my feet to go after him.

to stop her mild bleedin g. I watched from the foyer as Leonardo stayed glued to Charlotte’s side even holding hand as the doctor touched her wound and yet, he hadn’t even spared me a glance.

the worst

I shrunk my shoulders trying to make myself

into the same library where I planned on sharing our growing family with him. I turn

you hurt her?” I’ll never forget him looking at me in the moment. He was looking at me like I

that would help Charlotte but turned up fruitless. Not that I could’ve shared them if I wanted to. The first time I accompanied Leo to Charlotte’s home, Leo asked that I return home because Charlotte made it very clear that she did not want “strangers” in her home. What she meant was – she didn’t want me in her home. I left and haven’t made an attempt to be near her since.

floor as you tried to grab

trying to get her back into her wheelchair so I could get her help.” I was desperate for Leo

hill and crash!” He pointed at me like

of her chair. I even tried

do when you don’t get enough attention?” He looks disgusted as if the thought of me was rancid. The thought of his wife for five years

purpose. It was an accident, and it has nothing to do with being overlooked.” I begin tearing up. This day was important to me, and it was ruined. Not only that but

makes for the door, leaving