The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

e Left With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 40

Chapter 40: Went To Court

Angela Pov

When those memories resurfaced, the small moments of intimacy we once shared-those careless touches, the soft words-felt like sharp blades, each one slicing through me, reopening old wounds.

If only he had shown me even the slightest bit of affection, maybe (ouldn't feel so completely broken.

I sighed and took the wedding photo from the bedside table. I didn't want to look at it anymore, so I placed it into the drawer and shut it, hoping to leave the past behind,

Footsteps pulled me from my thoughts, and I looked up to see Sean standing behind me, freshly showered. He looked the same as always-calm, composed, distant.

"Cleaning up already?" he asked, his voice flat, his gaze fixed on me. In a hurry?"

"Once

Christina moves in, she won't want to see this," I said, trying to sound indifferent. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but after a beat, all he said was, "I'll sleep in the study tonight."

And just like that, he was gone, leaving me standing in the emptiness of the room. The alarm blared, dragging me from a restless sleep. Groggily, I pressed my hand to my forehead, wincing at the dull ache pounding

there.

I hadn't slept much at all last night. Thoughts of Elizabeth's surgery, the divorce, and the baby kept cycling through my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I drifted into a haze of jumbled dreams,

1 sat up for a moment, trying to shake off the exhaustion. Then, dragging myself to the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would clear the fog.

When I looked up at the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself. My face was pale, dark circles under my eyes, and my eyes

themselves bloodshot and tired.

on some makeup, trying to hide the signs of a sleepless night. My phone buzzed,

downstairs. I'm waiting in the

was as

with a simple "ok" and

was still

in the

hit me as soon as I stepped

car, wearing nothing but a thin shirt, holding a cigarette between his fingers. He looked exhausted- his stubble unshaven, his

as I approached, and there

a long beat, he

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Went To

sleep

was hoarse, and i hadn't realized

not quite meeting his gaze. "Yeah, pretty

his eyes locking onto

his eyes and the tension in his face. He looked just as worn out as I felt. But of course, he was

air between us felt thick, uncomfortable, I shifted under

Instead, he raised an eyebrow. "In

shrugged, trying to keep my voice light. "I'm fine. Just worried you might

scoffed, glancing at me. "What would I

I know what you're

second before he sighed, clearly irritated. "Did you

rout.

that, I snapped. "I brought them. I prepared them last

at a loss