The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 32

Ex-Wife

Chapter 32: Angela Had Never Once Held Me Like This

"Sorry, I was still hall asleep,” Angela murmured, her voice drowsy and slow.

She started to get up, and out of habit, I reached out to help her. But the moment my hand moved toward her, the flinched, pulling away as if I'd burned her.

It stung-

"What's wrong? Do I have thorns or something?" My voice came oud colder than I intended.

I'd told Angela more than once that even after our divorce, I possible to keep her distance-cold, distant, almost like she found

saw her as a friend. But lately, it felt like she was doing everything

repulsive.

"Sorry, I just forgot about our arrangement," she whispered. She leaned in briefly, almost too close, then quickly pulled back and glanced at Elizabeth.

The apology barely regtered. That tiny movement-her pulling away-only made the space between us feel wider, the distance heavier.

"Lunch together?" I asked, forcing a smile.

"Oh. I already have plans with Sophie. I need to go."

She didn't even wait for a response. Instead, she hopped out of bed, walked over to Elizabeth, and kissed her forehead with effortless warmth-something she never did with me. Then, just like that, she was gone, slipping away like smoke through a crack in the door.

Any guilt I'd felt

Any guilt I'd felt for snapping at her disappeared instantly.

By the time I got to my office, frustration had built up inside me. I yanked off my black suit jacket and tossed it onto the couch.

Michael walked in, took one look at me, and seemed ready to turn right back around.

"Something wrong?" I asked before he could leave.

He shrugged and set a gift box on my desk.

off earlier. I'd handed them to

hadn't eaten all day. I'd made time to visit Angela, hoping to have lunch with her, but she had been 15

is ever.

one and only Miss Christina. How could I possibly dare lay a finger on them?" His voice dripped

sharp

out a low chuckle

I said

1/3

Never Once Held Me Like

but didn't argñe,

it onto the couch, exhaling sharply. But

later, Michael knocked and

now?" I asked, barely containing my

wrapped bag. "An Italian

They said Miss Angela placed

buzzed with

It was from Angela.

so I ordered something for you. The restaurant just confirmed delivery. Did you get

slightly. My mond lifted, though till muttered, "Wasn't she avoiding me? What's with the

at Michael.

"On it."

the cookies. "Sc... what do you want me

I barely

I can't eat all of them myself. Should I share with the

conversation. "Do whatever you

"Got it."

the takeout box. Most of it was

small, reluctant smile tugged

woman-she acted like she didn't care, but she still

was just settling into work when a sharp

in," I called,

my surprise, it

it was

id for a

She lowered he moment before looking up, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Sean did I do something to upset you? If you don't want me