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.

gala, we crossed the line

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

annual charity gala attracted

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

Sean murmured as we rode the elevator to our

was the champagne, or the lingering high of social victory

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a long monent in the car's dim interior. Then,

kissed me.

carefully rehearsed affection we performed for prying eyes-It was raw,

with a hint of tobacco and whiskey, claiming me with an urgency that set

through the strands and bogging

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

barely making

spine, tracing every curve with deliberate pressure, sending shivers

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

His

collarbone, each kiss a spark that ignited my skin

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

forcing me to press my thighs together,

I needed him.

wanted was having him between my legs, whether

to my back, gripping my ass with possessive strength as he lifted me from the

and he settled between them,

hot against my skin as he

against my slick, aching

moan

"Sean..."

knew this might be the first time-or

nothing, and I surrendered completely to the

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

carefully blank, though something in my chest felt

both had too much to drink,

his phone, fingers moving across the screen

to cover

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