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.

was the batch of cookies Christina had dropped off earlier.

time to visit Angela, hoping to have lunch

is ever.

are from the one and only Miss Christina. How could I possibly dare lay a

him a sharp look. "Are you

low chuckle but didn't say another

I

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didn't argñe, tuming and walking

loosened my tie and threw it onto the couch, exhaling sharply.

later, Michael knocked and walked

now?" I asked, barely

up a beautifully wrapped bag. "An

Miss Angela placed the

my phone buzzed with a new

It was from Angela.

mentioned you haven't eaten, so I ordered something for you.

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

at Michael. "Bring

"On it."

on my desk, then gestured toward the cookies. "Sc... what do you

barely

I share with the office? Feels like a waste

already tired of the conversation. "Do whatever you want

"Got it."

the takeout box. Most

small, reluctant smile tugged at

stubborn woman-she acted like she didn't

finishing my meal, I was just settling into work when a sharp knock interrupted

I called,

surprise, it

"Oh. I thought it was

id for a

he moment before looking up, eyes glistening with unshed tears.