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.

roared to life inside me. "Angela," I snapped, my voice

made no move to leave his arms. If anything, his grip on her seemed

crossed the room in three long strides. Before I could even

with his jaw. The impact

turned around, and my blood ran

"Christopher?"

us out of countless scrapes during

your fist, I see. Some things never change.' My

roommate at Yale, the man who'd stood beside me through

"When did you...

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died in my throat as Christopher finally released Angela, stepping forward to clasp my shoulder

more pronounced after his years in the City. "Imagine my surprise when I heard about the trouble at Luca's club. couldn't very well leave your wife

snapped back to Angela, who had moved to stand by the window,

like

couldn't handle," she replied coolly, but I noticed her unconsciously rubbing her arm. Angry red

those marks made my vision blur with rage. "What did he

his friends won't be bothering anyone for a while." He gestured to the spread of refreshments on the coffee table. "Why don't we sit down? We have a

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

just

up tomorrow. Right now, I'm taking my wife

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

moving toward Angela. I placed my hand at the small of her

off my hand. "Emily," she

cab home," I answered, studying her reflection in

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