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.

"Angela," I snapped, my voice cutting

flickering across her features, but made no move to leave

in three long strides. Before I could even see his face

connected with his jaw. The impact

and my blood

"Christopher?"

charmed us out of countless scrapes during our college years-spread. across my old friend's face as

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

who'd stood beside me

"When did you...

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words died in my throat as Christopher finally released Angela,

he explained, his British accent slightly more pronounced after his years in the City. "Imagine

moved to stand by

The name came out like

handle," she replied coolly, but I noticed her unconsciously rubbing her arm. Angry red marks

those marks made my vision blur

bothering anyone for a while." He gestured to the spread of refreshments on

my eyes off Angela. She was trying to hide it, but I could see the

were held just a fraction too

up tomorrow. Right now, I'm taking my

he nodded. "Of course. Dinner tomorrow then? The usual

my assistant set it up," I replied, already moving toward Angela. I placed my hand at the small of her back, guiding her toward the door. She stiffened at my touch but didn't pull

my hand. "Emily," she said, her voice tight with worry. "Is she

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

bitter, cutting. "Fine? You let her go