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.

at his family’s home. In just minutes, the doctor pulled into the driveway, assessed Charlotte and was able 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

have a word.” Leo’s voice was stern. He genuinely thought the worst of me at this moment even after

including Charlotte who looked more than amused by my uncomfortable disposition. I shrunk my shoulders

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

would you do this? Why would you hurt her?” I’ll never forget him looking at me in the moment. He was looking at me like I had gone

anything, I had always tried to help. I even took on the challenge of reading countless medical studies that would help Charlotte but turned up fruitless. Not that I could’ve shared them if I

saw her cowering from you on the floor as you tried to grab her!” He hissed at me.

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

and crash!” He pointed at me like a

fell and lost my grip on the handles of her chair. I even tried to stop her from getting

told you not to make me choose. Is this what you 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 who

didn’t do this on purpose. It was an accident, and it has nothing to do with being overlooked.” I begin tearing up. This day was

and simply makes for the