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.

we crossed the line we'd

him, wearing a carefully chosen

been a triumph. Elizabeth's annual charity gala attracted Manhattan's oldest money, and I'd navigated the social minefield

Victoria Pierce, who'd delighted in spreading rumors about Wilson Bank's collapse, had been forced to

as we rode the elevator to our

victory but I found myself smiling back, "We make a good

1/3.

Just

me for a long monent in the car's dim interior. Then, thout warning, he

kissed me.

the carefully rehearsed affection we performed for

a hint of tobacco and whiskey, claiming me

fingers threading through the strands and bogging with a rough edge, unraveling the perfect updo I'd spent

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

barely making it

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

teasing rhythm, a needy ache bloomed deep

His

along my collarbone, each kiss a spark that

my inner thigh, and a molten

between my legs grew unbearable, forcing me to press

I needed him.

was having him between my legs, whether it was

to my back, gripping my ass with possessive

parted instinctively, and he settled between them, his body

as he shifted, and then I felt

my slick, aching

unrestrained moan

"Sean..."

be

meant nothing, and I

he straightened his tie. "I had too much champagne. It was a mistake it

kept my face carefully blank, though something

much to drink,

fingers moving

to cover any

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