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

fingers tightened on the

had... quite a bit to drink." Evan paused. "More than

drunk. Even at college parties, he'd maintained iron control, never allowing

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

isn't here yet." Evan

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

Then his voice softened as he addressed me again. Angela, please... I hope

hesitated. Part of me wanted to refuse, to let Christina handle this like William suggested.

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22: A Late Night

still cared despite everything, couldn't just leave him like

there

respond, already moving to my closet. lipped on a black coat over my clothes, not bothering to change into anything more

cold in my palm. I could have called Pet,

relatively empty at this hour,

to earlier that day. Had Sean's uncharacteristic drinking been triggered by Nathan's midnight

warmth through my chest.

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

hands shaking on

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

blur of streetlights and shadow. I found a parking spot on Park

entrance was still active despite the late hour, clusters

when a familiar figure caught my eye Christina Jordan,

street. "Sean never drinks like this!

we didn't try to

"Some

elite businessmen

Christina scoffed, though her voice held more

college freshmen."

usually immaculate appearance disheveled, tie loose around his neck. He reached

"Sean." Christina's