Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 171

What the actual fuck?

That white lie shook my body with rage, I was fuming to hear Bright’s side of story as he spoke gloomily.

“She said that you have accepted her offer of money and took five million dollars for break up with me. Then you turned around to be with Leo.

That’s what you always wanted to do!”

He briefly explained his mother’s vicious planning, making me regret my choice of separating my personal and professional life. I should have shown Bright my company’s annual profit reports for a rough estimation.

He should be aware of this fact that I am not a poor owner of a single sports’ agency, but a successful business lady with overseas companies. This lousy sum was nothing before my net profit.

As I reasoned with my clueless fiancé, he gasped, his eyebrows jumped up to form a high arc of astonishment as he blurted out.

“If you weren’t with Leo, then what about your picture with him? He came to pick you right after meeting my mom.

And you were holding a red rose’s bouquet too.”

Bright let out all the excuses he heard in the past weeks in a single breath, as if horrified to keep the information with him. His chest was heaving up and down rapidly as he continued with his statement.

“Trust me, Laura. I didn’t think bad about you. There must be something else about those pics.

Isn’t it?

Please tell me …”

He pleaded piteously, expressing his misery, I grabbed his hands to verify the facts.

“Obviously, those pics were a false representation of a coincidence, Bright. Leo met me in the parking lot accidentally.

Grounding, snatching electronic gadgets, and facilities were the renowned punishments for rebel children, but their usage for a grown-up man baffled me. I was unable to imagine the extent of hostility which led her hurt her own blood.

I softened my grip on Bright’s hands, speaking gently.

“I’m sorry, Bright. I can’t imagine how that must have felt.”

But then, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I blurted out the one question burning in my mind.

“Please don’t take offense, but… does your mom realize you’re not sixteen anymore?

This is your life. You’re more than capable of making your own decisions.

How can she just ignore your wishes and scheme behind your back?