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.

makeup, trying to hide the signs of a sleepless night.

downstairs. I'm waiting in

tone was as cold

with a simple "ok" and

was still young. and

in

as soon as I

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

approached, and there was,

beat, he finally

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Went To

sleep well last

hoarse, and i hadn't realized how

meeting his gaze. "Yeah, pretty well. How about

cigarette away, his eyes locking

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

between us felt thick, uncomfortable, I shifted under his gaze

right away. Instead, he raised an eyebrow. "In a

keep my voice light. "I'm fine. Just worried

glancing at me. "What would

would I know what you're in a hurry

hardened for a second before he sighed, clearly irritated. "Did you bring the

rout.

I snapped. "I brought them. I prepared them last night. How

He seemed at a loss