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.

doctor to meet 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

voice was stern. He genuinely thought the worst of me at this moment even after I proclaimed my innocence. He didn’t believe

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

planned on sharing our growing family with him. I turn to close the door and before I could even turn to face Leo, I’m bombarded with

morals? Why would you do this? Why would you hurt her?” I’ll never forget him looking at me in

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 wanted to. The first time I accompanied Leo to Charlotte’s home,

saw her cowering from you on the floor as you tried to grab

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

crash!” He pointed at me like a guilty

the handles of her chair. I even tried to stop her

as if the thought of me was rancid. The thought of his wife

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 important to me, and

notices my tears and simply makes for the door, leaving it and me