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 we'd

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

gala attracted Manhattan's oldest money, and

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

Sean murmured as we rode the elevator

it was the champagne, or the lingering high of social victory but I found myself

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Just

interior. Then, thout warning, he leaned across the

kissed me.

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

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

and bogging with a rough edge, unraveling the perfect updo I'd

but I couldn't care less-1

making it inside before his

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

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

His

kiss a spark that ignited my skin

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

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

I needed him.

having him between my legs, whether it was his

my back, gripping my ass

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

was hot against my skin as he shifted, and then I felt him

against my

unrestrained moan tore from

"Sean..."

this might be

nothing, and I surrendered completely

morning, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant as he straightened his tie. "I had too much champagne. It was a mistake it

something

much to drink, 1 said softly. Of

phone, fingers moving across

funds to

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