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..

I reached out to her." Evan's tone was deliberately casual. "She deserved to

and uncomfortable curled in my chest. "You shouldn't

1 17 She's still your wife, Sean. And despite what you both pretend, I don't think this marriage

claim."

on the explanation I'd repeated

Then why did you completely you kept saying her

the water glass. Had I really called

night? Before

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Nike acknowledging it might crack ape something I

was drunk.

drunk men, as they say, speak sober thoughts. Evan

eyes. "She

last night."

halfway

car in the

But she never came inside.

she saw Christina arrive and

stayed

snapped, but the words felt hollow, Would she have come if

interrupted my spiraling thoughts. William's voice carried through

respond, looking fresh and perfect in a

her should have sparked something desire, affection, anything. Instead, I

How are

are you feeling?"

its usual controlled

perched on the edge of the bed, her hand reaching for mine. “I was so worried. You never drink like

home," I said, already moving to stand. "Change

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

"You can

needing to escape the suffocating concern in her

me drive you," she offered.

in smoothly. "We're headed to the same building

"I'll handle it,"

across Christina's perfect features frustration? disappointment? - but her smile never wavered. "Of course. I'll check on you

After

I struggled with my tie, my usually