The Billionaire Husband’s Betrayal のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

After showering, I get out and see Leo immediately begin staring at the floor. I sought comfort and right now, he felt like the only person I could trust.I walk over to him in my towel, curl myself up in his lap and tuck my face into his neck. I feel him tense and then relax as he wraps his arms around me and begins to rub my head.“It’s going to be okay, Claire. I’ll do everything I can this time.” I knew he meant what he said but I also knew that the person doing this had more dedication on hurting me than he had the availability to protect me. I simply nod by head yes against his skin and inhale his scent.Leo carefully sits me on the tub as he stands and gets my clothes for me to dress. After helping me get dressed, he carries me to bed and lays me down. I pull Leo into a hug - silently thanking him for everything he had done for me today.“Can you stay?” I ask in a small whisper. I see Leo’s eyes brighten and darken for a moment. He wanted to hear those words but under different

It wasn’t hard to frame this Matthew fellow. His apartment was vacant, not even a dog to defend his territory. A sad method of living if you ask me. I had my men in and out with ease. The drugs were but a small price compared to what I would receive for my cooperation from Charlotte and I would do anything to please her. My evil little mon Cher was worth the work. Her criminal and sadistic ways excited me. I’d like to say I had turned over a new leaf before coming back to her. I had been living in France for a few years, conducting legitimate businesses under the financial pretenses of my mafia life and I had been comfortable for the most part but I had become bored of being a “good guy” and longed for excitement. Although I had no intention of coming back until I heard the news about Charlotte’s father. I came all the way here to be her confidant. A bold effort in trying to show her that the man she had chosen was the wrong choice. An effort, even I knew, would be fruitless. Even a

We arrive at the county jail and are met by two officers in the lobby. We’re told to provide our identification and sign-in at the front desk for visitations. I had never been in a place like this before and the eeriness was overwhelming. We reach the front desks and I provide my brother’s name to the officer behind the glass. “Identification?” He asks as he types my brother’s name into the computer. I could every click of the keys as he typed, almost as if I was in a trance or worse - a nightmare. Leo hands him our identification and places his hand on the small of my back. I flinch at his touch. Not because it was his but because of the overwhelming nerves running through me. He looks over at me and gives a nod to show his understanding.“Have a seat. You’ll be called back in the next 15 minutes. You’ll go through security and search before you can see any inmates.” He prints our visitors passes.“What about our identification?” I ask quietly.“You receive them once you leave. That

It had been hours since I’d been forcibly taken from my job, charged and arrested. The officers gave a list of serious charges and told me that an anonymous tip had been placed, leading them to search my apartment and find my “stash”. But I had no stash. I could never do drugs after seeing first-hand of it did to pops. The man went from father of the year to a doped-up junkie in the span of three months. He had become a zombie version of himself with nothing to look forward to - other than his next fix.I may have had a bad gambling rep but I had finally gotten my life together. I paid my debts off and decided to get a good job with decent pay. I moved into a cozy one bedroom apartment and I even met someone: Starla. I wasn’t well-off by any means but I was happy. I had finally pulled myself out of the trenches and I felt good about it. I was able to finally be present. And now, I’ve been framed. Back to the trenches I go.I call Claire and beg for her help. I knew she’d believe me.

We spend the rest of our time congratulating Matthew and asking him about Starla. It was the only way to make light of the conversation we had previously and I could see that it did that for Matthew. His eyes lit up at the thought of her and becoming a father. An opportunity I never got to experience. After a few minutes, a guard arrives. “Time’s up!” He says abruptly. I see Matthew lower his head and rise to his feet to be chained back up and returned to his cell. “Matthew.” I say as I jump up to hug him. It pained me to see what he had to go through. “I love you, Claire and I’m sorry for everything I put you through before.” I didn’t know if it was his current position that made him vulnerable or if that was something he just never had the courage to say but it broke me. I hugged him tightly. He was my baby brother and as his protector, I had failed him. The guard instructs me to release him and I stand there - watching as they take him away. Every fiber of my body was tinged wit