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?

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

I pushed the memories away. Tonight wasn't about

available now. Please check your

was about expensive whiskey and the

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were already walling

"You look like shit."

of Stacollan 25 across the table. Trouble

dropped into my seat, loosening my further. "What?" Exan's eyebrows shot

the confusion in my chest. “She's found an apartment on 82nd

his head. "The monthly allowance alone would set most people up

"Two years of marriage, and she

Not even after... you

That night.

Angela had felt in my arms- soft and warm and

The way

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

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elated

that I almost

about the

possibility that I would

knew I

"Says she doesn 1 want my

to be Harrison's influence, William muttered. That upstart from Wilson Investment's

and ugly twist in my chest. "He

health?" Evan's tone made it

different lately, I found myself saying. "Ever since Christina came

knowing looks. How is the

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

bother you so much?" Evan's question cut

understand why she's being difficult

sharp. "You really expect your ex-wife to stick around playing best friend while you build a life with Christina? Come

the words slightly slurred. When had they refilled my glass? "She's always been there. Since we were kids. Through everything. She can't

just what?" Evan pressed. "Can't just move on? Can't just

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

easy