บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Husband’s Betrayal: บทที่ 351 - บทที่ 360

After my luxurious shower, I change into a comfortable outfit - black, of course and find keys to one of the many vehicles I had abandoned outside when I was taken forcibly to that looney bin. I jump into the front seat and hear the wind hissing against the windows as I push the ignition on and watch as the car roars to life without hesitation. My first destination would be Leo’s house. I’m nothing less than certain that I can find Claire there. After a short drive, I land at the same house where I began this journey of separation between that grotesque Claire and my beloved Leonardo. Only this time, I was left speechless. A ‘For Sale’ was picketed in the front of the driveway and the house seemed to be vacant. I get out of the car and rush to the door as the rain continues furiously, almost whisking away my umbrella. I knock and hear no response. After a few seconds of silence, I look over to some windows and try to peek inside. I’m shocked to see the house is completely vacant. No

I wake up to an empty bed and feel an immediate sense of panic. I jolt up to see the storm is still in full motion and crawl quickly over to find the boys still sleeping in their bassinets. I take a minute, clutching my chest to calm myself and try to catch by breath. I look over at the clock to see that it’s half past five and decide to look for Leo. It was odd to find that he’d just left the bed.I get up quietly and slowly exit our bedroom to find Leo sitting at the breakfast nook in the kitchen. I can hear the sounds of his phone showing the weather reports.“Is there something wrong?” I ask as I come to his side quietly. He hadn’t heard me and seemed surprised as he puts his phone down.“Oh. Did I wake you?” He smiles softly as he turns his full attention to me and I can tell he’s trying not to worry me.“No. I think the wind must’ve startled me or something.” I try to fake a small smile and push away the anxiety that nerves that were still eating away at me.“Claire, it’s okay t

Leo asked that I wait upstairs while he checked the door. I scoot closer to the bassinet where the boys were sound asleep and watch the door carefully. I didn’t realize how long I had been holding my breath until I see Leo reappear and let out a deep sigh and gasp for air.“It’s okay. It must’ve been the wind.” He says as he rushes to my side, holding me form doh long over as I try to inflate my lungs rapidly.“Okay.” I nod quickly as I continue heaving.“It’s okay. We’re all fine.” After a few minutes of silence, I hear my alarm on my phone indicating that it was, once again, feeding time. “How about you stay here and I’ll grab the bottles.” “No, it’s okay. I can do it.” I reassure him. The truth was that I needed a moment alone. I then get up to get my pump supplies and their bottles while Leo watches the boys as Lucas had begun to stir.I could still feel the weariness of the storm lingering over me as I descend the stairs and walk towards the kitchen. It felt like I was walking

I feel a pulsating pain radiating through my skull and sit up slightly to find a broken vase at my side. Charlotte must have done this. Where is she? I look side to side but am stopped when paramedics rush to assess my wounds. It wasn’t until they bandaged my head that I remembered what had happened. Charlotte was trying to kill Claire. I have to stop her. I jump up and push the paramedics back as I rush up the stairs to find my wife.I’m met by Mason just at the top of the stairs and I can see Claire crumbled down to the ground. She looked like she’d seen a ghost and although her body shook, she was still.“Claire!” I rush to her side and try to ground her by wrapping myself around her. Mason tells me that she is the only one able to account to what happened here. Thankfully our boys were alright.“Elena, did you see what happened?” I ask as I watch her put the boys down for naps. “Yes, Mr. Leo. Ms. Claire was protecting the boys and myself. She did well.” She says sadly as she watc

The last few weeks have been a haze. From finding out that I’ve killed someone, to being pregnant with another set of twins and raising our boys, Logan and Lucas. Life has been busy but our house is finally being cleared from its previous status as a crime scene. I watch as our home comes into view and remember all the things my therapist had told me. ‘A place does not hold memories of trauma, we do. You cannot blame yourself for having a reaction to an action. You are healing. You will be okay.’ I see Leo smiling at the front door as he waits for Elena and I to approach with the boys. I hadn’t seen Leo since that day. I had stayed at jasmines along with Elena and asked for some time. After all that I’ve been through for him, I had to sit back and reflect on whether this was something I would be able to recover from and if my marriage to Leonardo was worth this trauma. I had been disfigured, threatened, kidnapped, abused, attacked and forced into miscarrying. The last year of my lif