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 line we'd

Sean and I attended Elizabeth's charity gala together. I stood beside him, wearing

been a triumph. Elizabeth's annual charity gala attracted Manhattan's oldest money, and

delighted in spreading rumors about Wilson Bank's collapse, had been forced

murmured as we rode

was the champagne, or the lingering high of social victory but

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the car's dim interior. Then, thout warning, he leaned across the space

kissed me.

affection we performed for

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

the strands and bogging

my face, but I couldn't care less-1 was lost in the heat of

barely making it

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

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

His

charted a blazing path along my collarbone, each kiss a spark that ignited

his stubble grazed the tender flesh of my inner thigh, and a molten

burning ache between my legs grew unbearable, forcing me to press my thighs together, the friction coaxing out

I needed him.

between my legs, whether it was his hand,

my ass with possessive strength as

settled between them, his

my skin as he shifted, and then I felt

my slick,

loud, unrestrained moan tore

"Sean..."

this might be the first time-or the

and

said the next morning, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant as he straightened

my face carefully blank, though something in my chest

too much to drink,

phone, fingers moving across the screen with

to

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