The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:She Knelt Between My Husband's legs

Angela POV

Once they left, I slammed the door to my office behind me.

Few hours later, I pushed through the headache and finished organizing the papers, then headed to Sean's office.

When I pushed open the door, I froze.

Christina was on her knees-right between Sean's legs!

I never expected them to do something so shameless in the office!

Sean's head snapped toward me, his expression a mixture of shock and panic. He scrambled to his feet, nearly knocking over the chair behind him.

"Wait, this isn't what it looks like!" he blurted out. "Christina accidentally spilled coffee on me, and she was just "

My gaze flicked to his pants. A dark stain spread across the fabric, confirming part of his story. But I wasn't interested in explanations. Who knew what had actually happened before I walked in?

Cutting him off, I stepped forward and placed the report on his desk with a sharp thud."Here's the report you need for this afternoon's meeting."

The room swayed slightly as I straightened, but I forced myself to remain steady. "She's clearly unwell," Christina murmured to Sean.

I turned to leave before either could see how deeply the words had cut, but Sean's voice stopped me.

"Angela, wait-"

"If there's nothing else?" I kept my voice professionally neutral, not turning back.

sigh of frustration followed me out

to him, "Sean, there's something I need to discuss with

after me. Instead, he went back

should've seen this coming two

the pounding in

view. "You really should lie down. You're white

"Just need to finish...".

my vision, but the office kept tilting

I heard was Emily's startled gasp as the world went

stretched out before me, perfectly

my own dress - pale blue silk that had cost more than some people's monthly rent - and tried

night. After years of careful friendship, of being the perfect study partner and confidante,

perfect - we were both headed to Ivy League schools, both

of friends. My

about Christina?" One of the boys was saying as I approached. "On that yacht last

she knew exactly what to

fate," someone else chimed in. "The perfect meet-cute for

for her by my side," Sean agreed, his tone

me, the

face loomed over me, but older now,

his voice echoed strangely. "Or don't blame me for

a white-clad angel of

best, Angela. You understand, don't you? Some things are just

the back of a car, the privacy partition raised. My head was resting against something firm - Sean's shoulder,

his cologne mingled

came from my other side. "Thank goodness. We were so worried when Emily called