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 work, his eyes meeting

spam," I replied smoothly, keeping my voice

brow furrowed immediately, a flash of annoyance crossing his features. My heart skipped

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

not angry. But something

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over to his desk and Returned his phone, my fingers lingering

in time, I thought.

smooth surface for just a moment.

need to

on Sean's shoulders. "How's work

he replied

muscles.hough his body remained stiff under my touch, he

away.

his shoulders. My fingers slipped beneath his collar, a gesture that had once

polite but firm. "We should focus on

awkward silence, I managed a casual smile. "Let me get you

and frustration washed over me. I know when a man truly

the car, he stopped my wandering hands. And just now, when I was clearly inviting

him

kiss me,

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

just be exhausted! Of

picked up his coffee and headed back

left on the floor now. This

placing the coffee on his

sip and

against his desk, deliberately casual. "Remember how we

little café near

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

tea."

pulled out his phone and

cinnamon tea." His voice softened when mentioning

name.

through me. Here I was, trying to create an intimate moment, and he was thinking about