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

expression darkaning before she rced a smile, her voice

beautiful, Angela. Sean really takes good of you, doesnt

Instead, I thought to myself,

her demeanor shifted. The ulnerability vanished, replaced by something harder, more

promised," she said quietly, her voice tight with controlled anger. "You said you'd

face bet, keeping my expression neutral. The surgery was

Thats bot

we agreed to

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Lipstick End Up On His

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

looked at you,"

escaped me then-not because it was funny, but

really think Sean had fallen in love with me? If Sean truly led me, he wouldn't have asked for

kept my word-1 haven't

accusingly. "I saw your lipstick on Sean's ulls. Were you two kissing

I replied evenly. "I didn't

voice dripped with sarcasm. Then how did your tick end

"Sean kissed me. He

e initiated it."

in disbelief. That's impossible!

believe it or not, I've never broken our agreement. I've never made the first move with

you ask Sean about it? Why

night, arguing about who has the right to what, who promised what to whom. Or we could accept

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narrowing. "What

perhaps it's time to stop playing games. Elizabeth's condition is serious-you know

like uncertainty flickered across her perfect features. Then, slowly, she