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. I'd handed them to Michael

hit me-I hadn't eaten all day. I'd made time to visit Angela, hoping to have

is ever.

only Miss Christina. How could I possibly dare lay

sharp look. "Are

a low chuckle but didn't

I

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a face but didn't argñe, tuming

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

Michael knocked and

now?" I asked, barely containing

beautifully wrapped bag. "An Italian restaurant just

said Miss Angela placed

my phone buzzed with a

It was from Angela.

something for

mond lifted, though till muttered,

Michael.

"On it."

toward the cookies. "Sc... what do you

I barely

all of them myself. Should I share with the office? Feels like a waste

whatever you want with them, just don't

"Got it."

box. Most

reluctant smile tugged at

woman-she acted like she didn't care,

I was just settling into work when a sharp knock

in," I called,

surprise, it

I thought it was my assistant. What's

id for a

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