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

tightened on the phone.

drink." Evan paused. "More than I've

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

it," I said,

isn't here yet." Evan paused. “He's... not

in the background - William's unmistakable drawl. "I told you we should call Christina. Sean needs Christina right

Evan's sharp rebuke carried clearly through the phone. Then his voice softened as

handle this like William suggested. After all, wasn't that what

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another part of me, the part that still cared despite

there

up before Evan could respond, already moving to my closet. lipped on a black coat over my clothes, not bothering to

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

at this hour, the usual chaps reduced to a

mind wandered to earlier that day. Had Sean's uncharacteristic drinking

through my chest. Could Seen actually

suddenly into my lane, forcing me to brake hard. The Porsche's tires squealed against wet pavement, my

shaking on

to myself. "You're carrying precious cargo

and shadow. I found a parking spot on Park Avenue, the cold night air biting through my silk blouse as I

still active despite the late hour, clusters of Wall Street's elite

caught my eye Christina Jordan, hurrying toward the entrance in four-inch

"Sean never

his usual smooth charm replaced by genuine concern. "You think we didn't try to stop him? But, you know Sean - he doesn't

"Some

elite businessmen

scoffed, though her voice

college freshmen."

disheveled, tie loose around his neck. He reached for Christina's

"Sean." Christina's