Betrayed and Gone My Hockey Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29 

Dinner on Friday? 

I had successfully dodged the bullet every time; however, I couldn’t stay in a passive position forever. He was the one who hurt me, so why should I live in doubt and fear? It 

should be him. 

After a small pause, I agreed with him with a professional smile. 

“Why not, Mr. Leo? See you on Friday night.” 

As soon as Leo left, I checked the documents of his records, where it was mentioned that he 

was married once and now single. But using his esources, he was able to conceal his spouse’s name. As expected, there are probably only a few people who know that we were 

married. 

Staring at the documents blankly, I was overwhelmed by the memories of the past as once, seeing my name with Leo was the biggest joy of my life. Our marriage certificate was my precious possession, proof of our sacred union. 

But what did he do? 

He broke the heart of the girl who loved him wholeheartedly, punishing her for a shallow 

reason. The death of my baby had left deep lacerations on my heart, and there was only one method to ease my suffering: Leo’s confession! 

I needed him to admit everything he had done out loud. Exposing his true face before the 

public was my plan. His blind fans must see what kind of evil person he was! 

The thought of his ruined career and public lash out kept me relaxed throughout the week. 

At this time, Echo reported to me the latest progress in finding the doctor. The village doctor, Doctor Max, who saved my life, was my ultimate destination. A witness who could 

testify to my agony. 

Several doctors had no idea who I was, but I remembered that face clearly. Yet, he wasn’t among the doctors short–listed by Echo. As I read the doctors‘ file, my heart sank, 

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enveloping my trembling existence with panic. 

This doctor was supposed to be my prime witness, proving my innocence with evidence of 

the inhumane abuse I was subjected to. However, it appeared that he vanished in thin air. 

So, as a last resort, I decided to meet the doctors related to that village. 

A group of five doctors came to visit me for an official meeting, I called them using an 

excuse of consultation. Without beating around the bush, I asked them. 

“Thank you so much for coming. Please tell me about the current address of Doctor Max, who worked in the village infirmary five years ago.” 

My query was followed by a pin drop silence as they all remained silent, as if I had asked a 

question about the cure for HIV. One of them looked at others and spoke quickly, 

“Sorry, ma’am. We don’t know any doctor named Max. We all started our practice five years 

ago and…” 

Liar! 

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It wasn’t difficult to catch their lies, as I had records of their medical practice, which clearly 

stated that they were in this profession for a decade. Hearing their automated lies, I kee 

observed the body language of the doctors, a method to identify a person with 

consciousness among them. There was always a weakling in the group, scared of being caught. I just needed to use his fear against him for truth. 

As if God were on my side, my eyes caught the sight of a doctor wiping the sweat from his 

forehead, I smirked inwardly. 

“Sweaty in an air–conditioned room? Gotcha!” 

His terrified look spoke more than his words, suggesting that he wanted to speak but couldn’t. So, I walked towards him and said, 

“Doctor Max is my close relative’s physician. Before going abroad, her complicated sickness 

was cured by him. 

Now, that sickness has flared again, and doctors are unable to treat her. So, I am giving you one more chance. Please think again and reply to my query. 

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