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 phone. "What

Metropolitan Club. He's had... quite a bit to drink." Evan paused. "More

I'd never seen him truly drunk. Even at college parties, he'd maintained iron control, never

handle it," I said, trying to keep

yet." Evan paused. “He's... not

- William's unmistakable drawl. "I told you we should

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

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

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part of me, the part that still cared despite everything, couldn't

be there

on

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

this hour, the usual chaps reduced to a gentle

onto Fifth Avenue, my mind wandered to earlier that day. Had Sean's uncharacteristic

through my chest. Could Seen actually

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

over, hands shaking on the steering

I whispered to myself. "You're carrying precious

Park Avenue, the cold night air biting through my silk blouse as I

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

my eye Christina Jordan, hurrying toward the entrance in four-inch Louboutins,

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

by genuine concern. "You think we didn't try to stop him? But, you know Sean - he doesn't listen to anyone except

"Some

elite businessmen

you all are," Christina scoffed, though her voice held

college freshmen."

William could respond, Sean appeared in the doorway, his usually immaculate appearance disheveled, tie loose around his neck.

"Sean." Christina's