The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 12

Ex-Wife

Chapter 12: There Would Never Be Any Real Sex Between Them!

Christina POV

City lights sparkled like a sea of stars through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Sean's executive office.

I sat in his leather chair, my fingers scrolling through medical inverment data on his iPhone,

Until the message appeared.

"I'm pregnant."

Two words from Angela Wilson Shaw that made my world tilt on its axis. I

glanced up at Sean. He was absorbed in his work, completely unaware.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to stay composed, careful not to let him notice any change in my demeanor.

Time seemed to stop as my mind raced through the implications.

A baby. How was this possible?

I'd always thought their marriage was purely for show, that there would never be any real sex between them. But she was pregnant!

She must have seduced him, I thought bitterly.

With her plain figure, how else could she have attracted Sean's attention?

But... they had been living together for two years. Sean was a man, after all. He had... needs. The thought of them together, of them being intimate, made my chest tighten until I could barely breathe.

Angela had always pretended she didn't care about their marriage, acting so noble and detached. But look at her now-secretly trying to compete with me.

What a cunning little bitch!

This baby would be the one thing Elizabeth Show wanted more than anything - the perfect weapon for Angela to secure her place in the family permanently.

Suddenly, everything made sense. This was why Angela had refused to go to the hospital the other night, why she'd been so adamant about not getting any injections.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me - thank goodness I'd insisted on staying with Sean that evening. If I hadn't been there, Angela might have already told him everything.

his eyes

I replied smoothly, keeping my voice casual.

immediately, a flash of annoyance crossing

said quickly. I shouldn't have deleted anything without asking. Please don't

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his desk and Returned his phone,

in time, I thought.

for just

to act fast

placed my hands on Sean's shoulders. "How's work going

progress, he

the tension in his muscles.hough his body remained stiff under my touch,

away.

body against his back, my curves molding to his shoulders. My fingers slipped beneath his collar, a gesture that

stepped away, polite but firm. "We should focus on

awkward silence, I managed a

frustration washed over me. I know when a man truly loves a woman, he never rejects her

my wandering hands. And just now, when I was clearly inviting even...

him

kiss me,

my reflection in the break room mirror. The woman staring back at me was still beautiful, still seductive. I had absolute confidence in my allure few

just be exhausted!

his coffee and headed back to his office.

on the floor now. This

placing

sip

casual. "Remember how we used

at that little café near

Sean's mind seemed elsewhere. "Angela doesn't like coffee," he said suddenly. "She

tea."

respond, he pulled out

Angela some cinnamon tea."

name.

and jealousy coursed through me. Here I was, trying to create an