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.

earlier. I'd handed them to Michael at lunch before

made time to visit Angela, hoping to have

is ever.

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

him a sharp look. "Are

let out a low chuckle but didn't say

I

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face but didn't argñe, tuming

tie and threw it onto the couch, exhaling

later, Michael knocked and walked

now?" I asked, barely

up a beautifully wrapped bag. "An Italian restaurant just

Miss Angela placed the

then, my phone buzzed with a

It was from Angela.

ordered something for you. The restaurant just

in my chest loosened slightly. My mond lifted, though till muttered, "Wasn't she avoiding me? What's

glanced at Michael. "Bring

"On it."

"Sc... what do you want me

I barely looked

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

the conversation. "Do whatever you want with them, just don't

"Got it."

the takeout box. Most

smile tugged

woman-she acted like she didn't

meal, I was just settling into

in," I

surprise, it

"Oh. I thought it was my assistant. What's

id for a

those cookies for you, and now I find out you gave them away?" 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 to come by