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

ows of designer clothing, shelves of carefully arranged accessories, all

around, her expression darkaning before she rced a

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

Instead, I thought to myself, wont

of Sean's earshot, her demeanor shifted. The ulnerability vanished, replaced by something harder, more

with controlled anger. "You said you'd leave after

face bet, keeping my expression neutral. The

Thats bot

we agreed to

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48: How Did Your Lipstick End

bracelet. "Don't pretend this is abot Elizabeth. I saw how

looked at you,"

then-not because it was

Sean truly led me, he wouldn't have asked for a divorce, let alone deny

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

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

I replied evenly. "I

how did

"Sean kissed me. He

e initiated it."

disbelief. That's impossible!

I've never

don't you ask Sean about it? Why do

soft but clear. "We could stand here all night, arguing about who has the right to what, who promised what to whom. Or we could accept that maybe, just maybe, the

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her eyes narrowing. "What

condition

across her perfect features. Then,