The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 16

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 16: Just An Accident

Angela POV

"You can't go through with this alone, Sophie said, her voice barely shove a whisper as we sat in our usual corner at Bluestone Lane. Her fingers wrapped around her untouched cappuccino, knuckles white with tension.

"Let me come with you."

I stared into my cup of milk, watching the steam rise in delicate spirals, “The appointment's set for Wednesday morning.

"Angela..." Sophie reached across the table, her manicured fingers closing over mine. "I can't believe this, Sophie's voice shook with

anger.

"If he never saw you as a real wife, why would he let this happen? not saying you two couldn't have sex, but he should have thought about the consequences. He should have taken precautions

I felt my face flush hot with embarrassment. "He did use protection. didn't expect this to... I mean, we were careful."

Sophie's eyes flashed with renewed fury. "And now he's just letting you go through with this? Does he have any idea what an abortion does to a woman's body? The physical and emotional toll? She gripped her cup so tightly I thought it might shatter. "How can he be so heartless, pushing you into this decision?"

fell silent, words failing me. Deep down, I knew Sophie was right about everything. My eyes grew wet with tears I'd been holding back for so long. Only with her could I let my guard down like this, let the carefully maintained facade crack to reveal the raw pain underneath.

Sophie reached across the table and gripped my hand tightly. "Don't be afraid," she said softly. "Tll be right here with you. Always."

Flashback

y was an accident.

This pregnancy was

Just like that crazy night two month ago it was all just an accident

After our marriage,

arriage, I moved into Sean's luxury penthouse apartment. The master bedroom was mine. Sean would only move in from his office bedroom when Elizabeth came to visit. On those nights, we'd share the bed with a wall of pillows between

us.

charity gala, we crossed the line

charity gala together. I stood beside him, wearing a carefully chosen midnight blue gown that

gala attracted Manhattan's oldest money, and I'd navigated the social minefield

collapse, had been forced to acknowledge my

tonight, Sean murmured as we rode the elevator

lingering high of social victory but I found myself smiling back,

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for a long monent in the car's dim interior. Then, thout warning, he leaned

kissed me.

we performed for prying eyes-It was raw,

his tongue slipping past my lips with a hint of tobacco and whiskey,

fingers threading through the strands and bogging with a rough edge, unraveling the perfect updo I'd

couldn't care

the penthouse door, barely making

roamed my spine, tracing every curve with deliberate pressure, sending

teasing rhythm, a needy ache bloomed deep within me,

His

path along my collarbone, each kiss a spark that ignited my skin as he worked his way down

my inner thigh, and a

forcing me to press my thighs together, the friction coaxing out

I needed him.

my legs,

my ass with possessive

instinctively, and he settled between them, his

he shifted,

against my slick, aching

moan tore from my

"Sean..."

knew this might be

and

he straightened his tie. "I had

my face carefully blank, though something in my chest felt like it

to drink, 1

pulled out his phone, fingers moving across the screen

transferred funds to cover

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