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?

The thought of him made my hands clench. The way he hovered around Angela's office, always ready with a suggestion of a helping

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

available now. Please check

about expensive whiskey and the blessed numbness it

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were already

"You look like shit."

a gloss of Stacollan 25 across the table. Trouble in

my seat, loosening my further. "What?" Exan's eyebrows shot up. "I

in my chest. “She's found an apartment on 82nd Street. Says she wants to make her own way.

her? William shook his head. "The

drink. "Two years of marriage, and

low whistle from Evan. "Seriously? Not even after... you know,

That night.

felt in my arms- soft and warm and right in a way I didn't want

The way

in 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 gave me as much gratification as

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asleep that night

so elated

that I

the

a very big possibility that I would become

knew I

"Says she doesn 1 want

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

and ugly twist in my chest. "He

tone made it clear

found myself saying. "Ever since Christina

and Evan exchanged knowing looks. How

the question, focusing instead on the amber liquid in my glass. "Angela and I agreed from the start this marri was temporary. A

bother you so much?" Evan's question cut uncomfortably

don't understand why she's being difficult about this. We can still be friends after the divorce. Nothing

stick around playing best friend while you

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

move on? Can't just build her own life?

glass slammed down harder than I'd intended, whiskey sloshing over the sides. "Nathan Harrison is a

easy