Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 13

I was at the hospital.

"The baby's health indicators look fine, but you need to eat more and rest well," the doctor said, handing over the report.

I thanked the doctor, took the report, and left the hospital.

As I stepped into the parking lot, I saw Leo Reed leaning against the car, a faint cloud of smoke curling around his fingertips. Dressed in a tailored suit, his sharp, somber expression was bathed in the dim light, accentuating his fit frame and detached aura.

I stared at him almost absentmindedly.

Few would have guessed that I was once captivated by him because of his extraordinary presence on the ice. He had been an exceptional hocky athlete, but now he was entirely focused on his business.

One of my wishes after I became pregnant had been to see him back on the ice again, but he always refused.

But now, with our relationship having come to this point, it felt like an unfulfilled regret.

Hearing my footsteps, Leo glanced back and put out his cigarette. “Wait a moment until the smoke clears.”

I felt a sudden daze, my gaze meeting his deep, solemn eyes. Our marriage had been an accident; Leo had only married me for the sake of our child.

Leo took my bag and asked, “How’s the baby?”

Snapping back to reality, I touched my stomach and simply replied, “The doctor said everything is healthy.”

Leo didn’t bother to look at the report. Once I was in the car, his limited-edition Maybach rolled steadily onto the road. “Let’s head to the restaurant. I had Peter, my assistant, order some nutritious dishes for you.”

“Okay.”

Just then, the phone rang. Peter’s voice echoed in the enclosed car, “Sir, the money has been transferred.”

My heart tightened, and I quickly asked, “Did my parents ask for money again?”

Leo paused, responding casually, “Yes, your parents said it was for your brother’s business.”

I felt a wave of resentment rise in my chest. I couldn’t help but say, “Didn’t I tell you not to give them money?”

But Leo just replied indifferently, “It’s just a little money.”

My body stiffened, and I froze in place. Through a gap in the potted plants, I saw a man and a woman standing by the window. Leo leaned against the railing with one hand, facing a woman in a white dress, only a few steps apart.

Melody Morgan.

The woman he loved so much.

Leo remained silent. I watched as Melody straightened up, her smile tinged with bitterness. “Every day in Switzerland, I thought of you.”

“Is that so?” Leo finally responded, looking up, his tone unreadable.

Melody gazed at him one last time, then turned away, her soft voice carrying a note of sadness. “Do you still have feelings for me?”

My heart felt like it was gripped tightly, making it hard to breathe. I turned to leave, not daring to hear Leo’s response.

But his words reached me anyway, cold and cutting.

“It’s always been you.”