The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 22

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife-

Chapter 22: A Late Night Call

Angela POV

Ever since Christina's setur, Sean rarely spent his nights at home.

After he stormed out earlier today, I knew he must be with her again I couldn't understand why he insisted I stay in this apartment, why he was even offering to give me the property.

Tidn't he realize how cruel that vas?

The one left behind always suffers more, don't they?

I would rather move out on my own, start fresh somewhere new and et these wounds heal faster.

Sarah approached me with her usual quiet efficiency. Should I help you unpack your suitcase, Mrs. Shaw?"

"No need," I replied softly. "I'm just postponing the move by a few days. I'll be leaving eventually anyway."

Sarah nodded, her eyes holding a mix of understanding and sympathy as she helped carry my suitcase back to my bedroom.

This simple action made me feel like a hotel guest. That's what I had become in this place a temporary occupant, waiting for checkout time. Even in what had been my home for two years, I was already feeling like a stranger passing through.

My phone buzzed against the marble nightstand, its gentle vibration seeming thunderous in the quiet room.

I hesitated, my heart rate quickening. Would it be Christina again, calling to gloat about another evening with Sean?

The name that appeared on the screen surprised me: Evan White.

I answered on the third ring. "Evan?"

Angela." His voice carried the careful neutrality I'd come to associate with bad news. "I apologize for calling so late, but... it's Sean

on the phone.

had... quite a bit to drink."

the years I'd known Sean, I'd never seen him truly drunk. Even at college parties, he'd maintained iron control, never allowing

sure Christina can handle it," I said, trying to keep p my

here yet." Evan paused. “He's... not himself

another male voice in the background - William's unmistakable drawl. "I told you we should call Christina.

through the phone. Then his voice softened as he addressed me again.

handle this like William suggested.

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22: A Late

part that still cared

there in

lipped on a black

called Pet, our longtime driver, but something about this moment felt too private

streets were relatively empty at this hour, the

Fifth Avenue, my mind wandered to earlier that day. Had Sean's uncharacteristic drinking been

warmth through my chest. Could Seen actually

me to brake hard. The Porsche's

over, hands shaking on the steering

it together," I whispered to myself. "You're carrying precious

spot on Park Avenue, the cold

hour, clusters of Wall Street's elite lingering over last drinks

was halfway up the marble steps when a familiar figure caught my eye Christina Jordan, hurrying toward the entrance in

across the quiet street. "Sean never drinks

replaced by genuine concern. "You think we didn't try

"Some

elite businessmen

are," Christina scoffed, though her voice held more

college freshmen."

appeared in the doorway, his usually immaculate appearance disheveled, tie

"Sean." Christina's