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.

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. I was ashamed of the stigma that he

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

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

into the same library where I 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

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

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

floor as you tried to grab her!” He hissed

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

crash!” He pointed at me like a guilty

handles of her chair. I even tried to stop her from getting hurt.” I put my

looks disgusted as if the thought of me was rancid. The thought of his wife for five

This day was important to me, and it was ruined. Not only that but my husband couldn’t even stand to look at

makes for the door, leaving it and