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

Club. He's had... quite a bit to drink." Evan paused. "More than I've ever

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

said,

yet." Evan paused. “He's...

heard another male voice in the background - William's unmistakable drawl. "I told you

rebuke carried clearly through the phone. Then his voice softened as he addressed me again. Angela, please... I hope you can come

to let Christina handle this like William suggested.

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part that still cared

there in thirty

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

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

hour, the

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

through my chest. Could

to brake hard. The Porsche's tires squealed against wet pavement, my heart thundering in my

hands shaking

whispered to myself. "You're carrying

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

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

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

street. "Sean never drinks

by genuine concern. "You think we didn't try to stop him? But, you

"Some

elite businessmen

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

college freshmen."

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

"Sean." Christina's