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.

primal roared to life inside me. "Angela," I snapped, my voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "Come here.

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

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

had already connected with his jaw.

he turned around, and

"Christopher?"

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 change.' My

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

"When did you...

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

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

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

came out like a growl. "What

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

blur

friends won't be bothering anyone for a while." He gestured to

trying to hide it, but I could see the slight tremor in her hands, the

just a fraction

firmly. "We'll catch up tomorrow. Right now, I'm taking

he

toward Angela. I placed my hand at the small of her back, guiding her toward the door. She stiffened at my touch

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

a cab home," I answered, studying her

let her go home alone