The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 48

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 48: How Did Your Lipstick End Up On His Mouth?

Angela POV

Sean finally released my wrist and turned away, striding toward the door. The moment he left. I couldn't help but let out a mocking

Through the door, I heard Sean's irritated voice. "What do you want?!

I froze. In all our years

our years of knowing each other, I had never heard Sean speak to Christina with such obvious annoyance.

"Sean, I just... I need to borrow sleepwear from Angela. Sarah didn't prepare the guest room properly...."

I couldn't help but laugh to myself. Was she really here just to borrow sleepwear?

Or was it an excuse to check up on me? Or perhaps she was looking for a chance to get closer to Sean?

When I opened the bedroom door, the tableau before me was exactly what I'd expected

Christina stood too close to Sean. Her fingers fidgeted with her Cartier bracelet, drawing attention to her delicate waists.

She'd positioned herself perfectly in the warm glow of the crystal chandelier, the light catching the red highlights in her hair.

Oh, Angela!" Her surprise seemed genuine, though we both knew it wasnt. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I just needed to borrow some sleepwear

As she spoke, her eyes traveled over me with careful attention, searing for any tell-tale signs of intimacy with Sean-a misplaced hair, smudged makeup, or wrinkled clothing that might betray what had trampired between us moments ago.

I met her gaze steadily. Of use Come in-the closet this w

Sean's eyes followed us as we moved past him, his expression unreadable. The small cut at the corner of his mouth seemed darker Tow, more pronounced againal his tanned sk

was a testament to the Ufestyle Id married into ows of designer clothing, shelves of carefully arranged accessories,

darted around, her expression darkaning before she rced a smile, her voice

closet is absolutely beautiful, Angela. Sean really takes good of

didn't answer her. Instead, I thought to myself, wont all of

we were out of Sean's earshot, her demeanor

quietly, her voice tight with controlled anger. "You said

my expression neutral.

Thats bot

we agreed to

But circumstances

support right

that

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Lipstick

around her bracelet. "Don't pretend this is abot Elizabeth. I saw how you looked at Sean

looked at you,"

because it was

with me? If Sean truly led me, he

word," I said carefully. "I've kept my word-1 haven't interfered with you

narrowed accusingly. "I saw your lipstick on

I replied evenly. "I didn't initiate the

with sarcasm. Then how did your tick end up

"Sean kissed me. He

e initiated it."

eyes widening in disbelief. That's impossible! How could Sean

met her gaze steadily. "Whether you believe it or not, I've never broken our

it? Why do you always come after me instead? Are

could stand here all night, arguing about who

don 1 matter

narrowing. "What

playing games. Elizabeth's condition is serious-you know that. She needs

a moment, something like uncertainty flickered across her