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.

cookies Christina had dropped off earlier. I'd handed them to Michael at lunch

day. I'd made time to visit Angela, hoping to have lunch with her, but she had been

is ever.

me, smirking. "Oh, don't mind me. These are from the one and only Miss Christina. How could I possibly dare lay a finger

shot him a sharp look.

let out a low chuckle but

I said

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didn't argñe,

and threw it onto

later, Michael knocked and walked

asked, barely containing

bag.

said Miss Angela placed

buzzed with

It was from Angela.

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

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

glanced at Michael. "Bring

"On it."

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

I barely

share with the office? Feels like a waste to

you want with them, just don't bother me with

"Got it."

box. Most of it was

small, reluctant smile

like she didn't

I was just settling into work when a sharp knock interrupted

I

my surprise,

"Oh. I thought it

id for a

them away?" She lowered he moment before looking up, eyes glistening