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.

work, his eyes meeting

replied smoothly, keeping my voice

furrowed immediately, a flash of annoyance crossing his features.

shouldn't have deleted anything without asking. Please don't

angry. But

1/3

Be Any Real Sex

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

in time, I thought.

smooth surface for just

need to act

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

he replied

shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles.hough his body remained stiff under my touch, he didn't

away.

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

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

the awkward silence, I managed a casual

over me. I know when a man truly loves a woman, he

And just now, when I

him

kiss me, touch

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

be exhausted!

this little pep talk, I picked up his coffee and headed back to his office.

on the

I said, placing

a sip

desk, deliberately casual. "Remember how

café near Harvard?

doesn't like

tea."

I could respond, he pulled out his phone

Make Angela some cinnamon tea." His

name.

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