The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 23

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 23: When the Wrong Name Slips

Sean POV

being crushed in a vice. Sunlight stabbed through my eyelids, making the pounding men worse.

I forced my ryes open, squinting at an unfamiliar ceiling.

Evan's guest room.

The realization came slowly, along with fragmented memories of lat night. Expensive whiskey. Williams knowing smirk. Evan's quiet concern. And underneath it all, a gnawing ache that had nothing to do with alcohol.

"Good morning. Evan's voice came from the doorway, followed by the soft clink of glass against wood. "Water and aspirin when you're ready."

I managed to push myself up, ignoring the way the room tilted. "How did I end up here?"

"You insisted." Evan settled into a chair by the window, his expression carefully neutral. "Rather forcefully, actually, when Christina offered to take you to her place."

Christina. The name stirred something in my memory her voice, heavy with concern, floating through the haze of whiskey. But there had been someone else I'd wanted to see last night. Someone whose absence had felt like a physical wound..

"She was there?" I asked, though I wasn't sure why it mattered.

"Showed up right after you passed out. Quite concerned about your wellbeing. Evan watched me with that penetrating gaze that always saw too much. "William drove her home."

I reached for the water and aspirin, using the movement to avoid his eyes. "I should call her. Thank her for her concern."

"Probably," Evan agreed. "Though you might want to check your other missed calls first

alle first-

My phone sat on the bedside table, its screen lit up with notifications Christina's messages from William.

s name a

appeared several times, along with

But it was another name that made my heart stutter Angela, timestamped 2:47 AM.

"She called?" The words scraped against my dry throat..

Evan's tone was deliberately casual. "She deserved to know you were

in my

She's still your wife, Sean. And despite what you both pretend, I don't think this

claim."

on the explanation I'd repeated

expression serious. Then why did you completely you kept saying

the water glass. Had I really called for her? keep

for her last night?

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dangerous, Nike acknowledging it might crack ape something I worked hard

was drunk.

And drunk men, as they say, speak sober

knowing in his eyes. "She came to

last night."

froze halfway to my

her car in

But she never came inside.

Christina arrive

have stayed

Would she have come if I'd asked? Would she hadn't

William's voice carried

swept in before I could respond, looking fresh

something desire,

darling. How

are you feeling?"

said, my voice sliding into its usual controlled tone. "Thank you for your concern

bed, her hand reaching for mine. “I

I said, already moving to stand. "Change before the

possibly be thinking of working today," Christina protested. "You

"You can

needing to escape the suffocating concern in her voice. "I

least let me drive you," she offered.

smoothly. "We're

"I'll handle it,"

features frustration? disappointment? - but her smile never wavered. "Of course. I'll

After

I struggled with my tie, my usually steady