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.

after that charity gala, we crossed the

beside him, wearing a carefully chosen midnight blue gown that

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

about Wilson Bank's collapse, had been forced to acknowledge my presence with

murmured as we rode the elevator to our penthouse. “Grandmother

victory but

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

kissed me.

affection we performed for prying eyes-It was raw,

kiss was fierce, his tongue slipping past my lips with a hint of tobacco and whiskey, claiming me

fingers threading through the strands and bogging with a rough

couldn't care less-1 was

stumbled through the penthouse door, barely making it inside

my spine, tracing every curve with deliberate pressure, sending shivers cascading

a teasing rhythm, a needy ache bloomed deep within me, drawing a soft

His

path along my collarbone, each kiss a spark that

of my inner

between my legs grew unbearable, forcing me to press my thighs

I needed him.

between my legs, whether it

back, gripping my ass with possessive strength as he

settled

as he shifted, and then I felt

against my slick, aching

loud, unrestrained moan

"Sean..."

might be the first time-or the

that moment, rules meant nothing, and I surrendered completely to

uncharacteristically hesitant as he straightened his tie. "I had too much champagne. It was

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

too much to drink, 1 said

his phone, fingers moving

funds to

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