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.

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

need to have a word.” Leo’s voice was stern. He genuinely thought the worst of me at

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

family with him. I turn to close the door and before I could even turn to

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

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 did not want “strangers” in her home. What she meant was – she didn’t want me in her

as you tried

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

let her roll down that hill and crash!”

I even tried to stop her from getting hurt.”

He looks disgusted as if the thought of me was rancid. The thought of his

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

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