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.

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

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

me including Charlotte who looked more than amused by my uncomfortable disposition. I shrunk my shoulders trying to make myself

I turn to close the door and before I could even

no morals? Why would you do this? Why would you hurt her?” I’ll never forget him looking at me in the

reading countless medical studies 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

from you on the floor as you tried to grab her!” He hissed

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

crash!” He pointed

tried to

don’t get enough attention?” He looks disgusted as if the thought of me was

It was an accident, and it has nothing to do with being overlooked.” I begin tearing up. This day was important to me, and

makes for the