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. "What

drink." Evan paused. "More

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

I said, trying to keep p

yet." Evan paused. “He's...

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

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

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

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A Late Night

the part that still cared despite everything, couldn't

be there

closet. lipped on a black coat over

my palm. I could have called Pet, our longtime driver, but something about this

at this hour,

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

an unexpected warmth through my chest. Could Seen actually

forcing me to brake hard.

pulled over, hands shaking

together," I whispered to myself. "You're

rest of 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

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

familiar figure caught my eye Christina Jordan,

voice carried clearly across the quiet street. "Sean never drinks like this! William,

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

"Some

elite businessmen

you all are," Christina scoffed, though her

college freshmen."

William could respond, Sean appeared in the doorway, his usually immaculate appearance disheveled, tie loose around his neck. He reached for Christina's wrist, his movements uncharacteristically

"Sean." Christina's