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.

me. "Angela," I snapped, my voice cutting through

move to leave his arms. If anything, his grip on her

strides. Before I could even see his face

connected with his

around, and

"Christopher?"

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

with your fist, I see. Some things never

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

"When did you...

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Christopher finally released Angela, stepping forward to clasp

years in the City. "Imagine my surprise when

to Angela, who had moved to stand

name came out like a growl. "What

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

blur

team made sure Luca and his friends won't be bothering anyone for a while." He gestured to the spread of refreshments

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

held just a fraction too

tomorrow. Right now, I'm taking my

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

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

off my hand. "Emily," she said, her voice tight with worry. "Is she okay? Where is

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

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