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.

quite a bit to drink." Evan paused. "More than I've ever seen him drink,

truly drunk. Even at college parties, he'd maintained iron control,

I said, trying

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.

his voice softened as he addressed me again. Angela, please... I hope you can come take

me wanted to refuse, to let Christina handle this like William suggested. After all, wasn't that

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still cared despite everything, couldn't just leave

there in

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

in my palm. I could have called Pet, our longtime driver, but something about this moment felt too private

relatively empty at this hour, the usual chaps

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

sent an unexpected warmth through my

hard. The Porsche's tires squealed against wet pavement, my heart

shaking on the steering

it together," I whispered to myself.

the drive passed in a blur of streetlights and shadow. I found a parking spot on Park Avenue, the cold night air biting through my silk blouse as I walked the remaining

the late hour, clusters of Wall Street's elite

when a familiar figure caught my eye Christina Jordan, hurrying toward the entrance

across the quiet street. "Sean never drinks like this!

charm replaced by genuine concern. "You think we

"Some

elite businessmen

are," Christina scoffed, though her voice held more worry than bite.

college freshmen."

the doorway, his usually immaculate appearance disheveled, tie loose

"Sean." Christina's