The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 56

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 56: Who's Protecting Her Now?

Sean POV

Emily's message flashed across my phone screen: "Angela's in trouble. Some men tried to... Please hurry!"

My blood ran cold. The quarterly reports scattered across my desk, the conference call droning in my earpiece-none of it mattered. I ripped off my headset and grabbed my coat, already calling for the elevator.

"Caficel everything," I barked at Michael as I strode past his desk. "Have security track Angela's phone. Now."

The drive to the Sapphire Hotel was a blur of red lights and honking horns.

Every second felt like an eternity.

I kept seeing Angela's face, imagining what could have happened, what might be happening right now. Just imagining it made my hands grip the steering wheel harder.

When I finally reached the penthouse floor, my tie was loose, my suit wrinkled-a far cry from my usual polished appearance. But I couldn't have cared less about how I looked.

All that mattered was finding her.

The sight that greeted me as I burst through the door stopped me dead in my tracks.

There she was-my wife-wrapped in another man's embrace. The stranger's back was to me, but I'd know that lean frame anywhere!

Nathan Harrison.

The ambitious young analyst who'd been hovering around Angela for months. The same one I'd caught her calling "baby" just days

ago.

I snapped, my voice cutting

flickering across her features, but made no move to leave his arms. If anything, his grip on her

three long strides.

connected with his jaw.

he turned around, and

"Christopher?"

countless scrapes during our college years-spread. across

your fist, I

friend from Andover, my roommate at Yale, the man who'd stood beside me

"When did you...

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Christopher finally released

got in from London this afternoon," he explained, his British accent slightly more pronounced after his years in the City. "Imagine my surprise when I heard about the trouble at Luca's club. couldn't very

to Angela, who had moved

name came out like a

coolly, but I noticed her unconsciously rubbing her arm. Angry red marks were beginning to

marks made my vision blur with rage.

for a while." He gestured to the spread of refreshments on the coffee table. "Why don't we sit down? We have a lot to

Angela. She was trying to hide it, but I could see the slight tremor in her hands, the

held just a fraction

tomorrow. Right now, I'm taking my wife

of something-concern? disappointment?-crossed Christopher's face, but he nodded. "Of course. Dinner tomorrow then?

at the small of her back, guiding her

"Emily," she said, her voice tight with worry.

told her to take a cab home," I answered, studying her reflection in the

bitter, cutting. "Fine? You let her go home alone after what