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

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

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

had been forced

as we rode the elevator to our penthouse.

it was the champagne, or the lingering high of social victory but I found myself smiling back, "We make a good

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dim interior. Then, thout warning, he leaned across the space between

kissed me.

wasn't the carefully rehearsed affection we performed

past my lips with a hint of tobacco and whiskey, claiming me with an

threading through the strands and bogging with

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

stumbled through the penthouse door, barely making

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

brushed over my breasts, kneading with a teasing rhythm, a needy ache bloomed deep within me, drawing a soft whimper from

His

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

scrape of his stubble grazed the tender flesh of my inner thigh, and a molten warmth radiated from

to press my

I needed him.

was having him between my legs, whether it was his hand,

around to my back, gripping my ass with

instinctively, and he settled

hot against my skin as he

against my

loud, unrestrained moan tore

"Sean..."

might be

in that moment, rules meant nothing, and I

as he straightened his tie.

blank, though something in my

had too much to drink, 1 said

fingers moving across

to cover any potential

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