The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Whiskey Won't Lie-1

Sean POW

The door slammed behind me with a satisfying

g crash that echoed through the penthouse hallway.

I stood there for a moment, waiting for what, I was I sure. Maybe for the sound of hurrying footsteps, for Angola's voice calling

my name,

Two years ago, she would have followed.

Would have appeared in the doorway with that mix of concern and stubbornness in her amber eyes, ready to continue whatever argument we were having until we reached some sort of resolution.

But the hallway remained silent.

I pulled out my phone, scanning through the banking alerts that had triggered my

initial anger.

Two years of marriage, and Angela hadn't touched a single cent of the money I'd transferred to her account.

Not the monthly allowance, not the "compensation" after our night together, nothing. The balance sat there, untouched, like some sort of silent accusation.

And now she wanted to move out? To get her own apartment? The thought made my blood boil all over again.

The elevator arrived with a soft chime. As I stepped in, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the polished brass - my normally immaculate appearance slightly disheveled, tie loosened, a muscle working in my jaw.

I looked exactly like what I was: a man who'd lost control of a situation he thought he had perfectly managed.

seat of the waiting town car. Peter nodded silently, already familiar with

"Metropolitan Club," I told the driver as I slid into the back seat of the waiting my preferred destination after difficult days.

As the car pulled away from Park Avenue, my mind drifted back to another time, another version of Angela.

She'd been waiting outside the student council room at Saint Paul's School, her dark hair caught in the winter wind, two cups of coffee steaming in her gloved hands.

"You missed dinner again,” she'd said, holding out one of the cups. The dining hall's closed, but I saved you a sandwich."

Even then, she'd been taking care of me, anticipating my needs before I know them myself. We were only th had that quiet strength about her.

When had that changed?.

thirteen, but she already

When had she become this stranger who refused my money, who spent lunch hours with Nathan Harrison, who looked at me with -such careful distance in her eyes?

suggestion of a helping hand. The casual familiarity in his voice when he called her, as if he

and I pushed the memories away. Tonight wasn't about Angela, or Nathan, or

now. Please

about expensive whiskey and

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Evan were already walling at

"You look like shit."

cheerfully, pushing a gloss of Stacollan 25

further. "What?"

confusion in my chest. “She's found an apartment on 82nd Street. Says she wants to make her own way. The words came out more bitter than I'd

her? William shook his head. "The

years of marriage, and she hasn't spent a

Not even after... you know, that night?" My grip tightened

That night.

arms- soft and warm

The way

rhythm with my own, and how she moaned at every single sensation that shot through her had me feeling more pleasure than I had ever felt before. I hadn't ever done anything, even remotely as intimate with someone who

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of

Whiskey

asleep that

so elated

that I

the

big possibility that I would become completely addicted

I knew I

a penny," I confirmed. "Says she doesn 1 want my

Harrison's influence, William muttered. That upstart from Wilson Investment's been filling her

ugly twist in my

tone made it clear exactly what

found myself saying. "Ever since Christina

exchanged knowing looks. How is

in my glass. "Angela and I agreed from the start this

out bother you so much?" Evan's

tasted worse than the whiskey. "I just don't understand why she's being difficult about this. We can still be friends after the

really expect your ex-wife to stick around playing best friend while you build a life with Christina? Come on, Sean. Even

words slightly slurred. When had they refilled my glass? "She's always

just what?" Evan pressed. "Can't just move on? Can't just build her own life? With someone

than I'd intended, whiskey sloshing over the sides. "Nathan Harrison is

easy