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.

my voice cutting

but made no move to leave his arms. If anything, his grip

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

already connected with his jaw. The impact sent him stumbling

turned around, and my blood ran

"Christopher?"

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

your fist, I see. Some things

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

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

snapped back to Angela, who had moved to stand

came out like a growl. "What happened with

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

blur with rage. "What did he

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 lot

hide it, but I could see the slight

just a fraction

catch up tomorrow. Right

but he nodded. "Of course.

replied, already moving toward Angela. I placed my hand at the small of her back, guiding her toward

however, she shrugged off my hand. "Emily," she said, her voice

cab home," I answered, studying her reflection in the mirrored walls.

"Fine? You let her go home alone after