Five Lost Angels: My Husband's Fatal Deception novel Chapter 83

“I am your dad, not this stranger, Zoe!”

Leo’s high-pitched yelling frightened the innocent kid, Zoe was riveted to his spot like a scared kitten. Scolding him like this was insane, nobody should raise their voice at young kids as such traumatic moments could scar the hearts of kids of tender age.

I was about to give him a piece of my mind when Leo started coughing, gasping for air, James rushed to call the duty doctor. Bright and I shot up, standing by his side to help him. But the doctor asked us to wait outside.

Zoe was in tears as we walked out of the room, he cried out.

“I am so sorry, mommy. I didn’t mean to hurt dad. He is sick because of me.”

His teary eyes melted my heart, I crouched down and wiped his tears with tissue paper.

“Don’t cry, Zoe. It’s not your fault. Your dad is already sick, that’s why we are here to visit him.”

Leo was recovering from heart surgery, so stress and anger were lethal for him. The doctor stabilized his condition and advised us.

“Please try to keep him away from stress and tension. He should be relaxed and happy to heal smoothly.”

James’s accusing glare aka ‘it was your fault’ fumed me, it was like he and the doctor were suggesting that Leo’s condition worsened because of me. If he wasn’t in the hospital, I would have told them that Leo had jeopardized my life, I was just repaying him in installments.

Anyway, I went to see him alone this time, his exhausted look forced me to use a soft tone.

“Leo, you must take a rest and follow the doctor’s advice. Don’t worry about Zoe, he is a child. I will talk to him later.”

Leo looked at me intently, listening to my assurances. He uttered only one question to respond to me.

“Actually, a social media trend helped me to solve my biggest problem when you were in the prison, Leo. Bright saw me on the TV show and appreciate my honesty, eagerly participating in the life of his lost daughter.

He is thrilled to be a father.”

I boasted about my exemplary family life, flexing it before a so-called lonely man. It was so satisfactory to utilize his strengths against him. His assistant portrayed him as a pitiful man to garner others’ sympathy, painting me as a criminal. So, I showed him what he was missing as a loner.

Leo was flustered, more precisely, ashamed of the reference of the public humiliation I faced as a single mom. But he flinched at the term ‘lost daughter.’

“You used a donor, Laura. Bright wouldn’t have known about Jane’s existence until you told him so. Then how can she be his lost daughter?

You have never met him before ...”