Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 142

His grave tone wasn't like his usual carefree or gentle one, it dropped my heart to my stomach. A sharp tingle raised the fine hair on my nape as he proceeded with his previous statement.

"It's about Leo, Laura. I didn't mean to be disrespectful or rude. But there were some questions bugging me from last week …"

That was one of Bright's distinctive characteristics that he never lost his calm, solving every issue with maturity. I admired him for his ability to navigate through challenges.

Instead of keeping it to him, he came to question me directly; however, his first query raced my heart.

"Why didn't you tell me about Leo's daily meetings with Jane, Laura?

It came to my notice that you are aware of his performance in a minion's costume outside her school!"

Shoot!

Zoe's complicated issue slipped this important information from my mind, I didn't inform Bright or Henry. But now, it became a dilemma as Bright fired off multiple questions in quick succession.

"When did you find out about Leo's visits?

As a drug addict in rehab, he was skipping group discussions to sneak out and wear a mascot in public.

Did you inform the authorities, Laura? What did you do to protect Jane from him?"

Bright's intense glare was the same as an officer in an investigation room, piercing into my soul to unveil my deepest secrets. My brain swiftly closed its services and jumped out of the window right in front of my eyes, leaving me aghast, I was helplessly stuck in this awkward situation.

"How do you know about Leo?"

I blurted out, instantly regretting my reply, the horizontal lines of fury deepened on Bright's forehead as he dug his nails on the sofa painfully.

"Among all my queries, you only noticed that I know about this incident.

Oh, my gosh!

Laura, please be serious!"

Despite his vexation, he got up and offered me a glass of water, behaving like a true gentleman. Thanks to his help, I was better after a moment to catch up with him.

"Firstly, I did see Leo outside Jane's school, but it wasn't offensive at all. He was there to see his daughter."

The scenes of Leo's cheerful dance and then the sense of security on Jane's face flashed across my mind. I was indeed indebted to Leo now.

"Although I was picking up and dropping Jane for her safety, Leo chased off her bullies in person, protecting his child.

I didn't find it wrong that he wishes to perform his fatherly duties.

He also promised to take his medicines and follow doctors' words only for Jane's sake."

I openly advocated for Leo as my little girl's father, Bright kept frowning, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly. He waited until I was done with my speech and squinted his eyes.

You can't be in love with a psycho like him!"

Although Bright wasn't a habitual disputer, he argued with me at length on Leo's matter, openly expressing his deep unease for our interactions earlier.

I couldn't help but find his concerns genuine and promised to be cautious in the future. His clear-cut queries made me realize that I shouldn't soften my resolve for Leo until he was healed as Bright said,

"I know you are up for co-parenting, allowing your kids to enjoy the bounty of both parents.

But Leo can only make good decisions when he is out of rehab. Then no one will point a finger at you for your clear intentions."

Just like adults, we resolved our issue through a simple conversation, sharing our contradictions was fruitful to reach a solution that worked for both of us.

We moved on after this discussion, but I couldn't forget it completely. The subtle hints from Bright's behavior were like daily reminders for me.

Like, he didn't interfere in my schedule, but he asked Jane to tell him about her day daily, specifically questioning about the stranger outside the school. His cold attitude towards Zoe was also a headache.

My adorable baby boy yearned for his dad's love, and Bright showering Jane with his affection was a visual representation of his dreams. He always tagged along to get a speck of attention from him.

Even Zoe missed my fiancé when he went out on his business trip and called him.

"Are you doing well, Uncle? When will you come back?"