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

in my

She's still your wife, Sean. And despite what you both pretend, I

claim."

I said automatically, falling back on the explanation I'd repeated countless times. "For grandmrs sake.

forward, his expression serious. Then why did you completely you kept saying her

water glass. Had I really called

for her last night? Before you passed

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When the

acknowledging it might crack ape something I worked hard to

was drunk.

as they say, speak sober thoughts.

eyes. "She came to

last night."

froze halfway to my

car in

she never

Christina arrive and decided to leave

have stayed if

Would she have come if I'd

my spiraling thoughts. William's voice carried through the door: "Visitor for

in before I could respond, looking fresh and perfect in a

desire, affection, anything. Instead, I felt my shoulders

darling. How are

are you feeling?"

fine," I said, my voice sliding into its usual controlled

her hand reaching for mine. “I was so worried. You never drink like

home," I said, already moving to stand.

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

"You can

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

drive you," she offered. "My

Evan cut in smoothly. "We're

"I'll handle it,"

- but her smile never wavered. "Of course. I'll check on you later,

After

my tie, my usually steady hands betraying me. Evan watched