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.

Sean looked up from his work, his eyes meeting mine. "Who just

keeping my voice casual.

immediately, a flash of annoyance

I shouldn't have

not angry. But

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

in time, I thought.

smooth surface for just

need to

placed my hands on Sean's shoulders.

progress, he

feeling the tension in his muscles.hough his body remained

away.

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

firm. "We

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

over me. I know when

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

him

kiss me, touch

break room mirror. The woman staring back at me was still beautiful, still

be exhausted! Of course he

I picked up his coffee and

the floor

placing the

sip and

deliberately casual. "Remember how we used

that little café near Harvard? Those morning

"Angela doesn't like coffee," he

tea."

he pulled out his phone

some cinnamon tea." His voice softened when mentioning

name.

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