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.

that charity gala, we crossed the line

Sean and I attended Elizabeth's charity gala together. I stood beside him, wearing a carefully chosen midnight blue gown that

a triumph. Elizabeth's annual charity gala attracted Manhattan's

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

murmured as we rode the elevator

the lingering high of social victory but I found

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Just An

in the car's dim interior. Then, thout

kissed me.

we performed for prying eyes-It was raw, unfiltered, and

tongue slipping past my lips with a hint of tobacco and

hair, fingers threading through the strands and bogging with a rough edge, unraveling

face, but I couldn't care less-1 was lost

barely making it inside before his touch

my spine, tracing every curve with deliberate pressure,

over my breasts, kneading with a teasing rhythm, a

His

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

grazed the tender flesh of my inner thigh, and a molten warmth radiated from my core, intense

ache between my legs grew unbearable, forcing me to

I needed him.

I wanted was having him between my legs, whether it was

gripping my ass with possessive

instinctively, and he settled between them, his body solid,

he shifted, and then

against my slick, aching

loud, unrestrained moan tore from my

"Sean..."

be the first time-or the

nothing, and I surrendered completely to the

sorry about last night, Sean had said the next morning, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant as he straightened his tie. "I had too

my face carefully blank, though something in my chest felt

much to drink,

phone, fingers

transferred funds to cover any

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