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

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

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

I said,

isn't here yet." Evan

"I told you we should call Christina. Sean needs

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

wanted to refuse, to let Christina handle this like William suggested. After all,

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

there in

to my closet. lipped on a black coat over

cold in my palm. I could have called Pet, our longtime

streets were relatively empty at this hour, the usual chaps

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

sent an unexpected warmth through my chest. Could

my lane, forcing me to brake hard. The Porsche's tires squealed

pulled over, hands shaking on

whispered to myself. "You're

drive passed in a blur of streetlights and shadow. I found a parking spot on Park Avenue, the

late hour, clusters of Wall Street's elite lingering over last

my eye Christina Jordan, hurrying

street. "Sean never drinks like this! William, how could you let this

his usual smooth charm replaced by genuine concern. "You think we didn't try to stop him?

"Some

elite businessmen

scoffed, though her voice held more

college freshmen."

appeared in the doorway, his usually immaculate appearance disheveled, tie loose

"Sean." Christina's