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.

snapped, my voice cutting through the

flickering across her features, but made no move to leave his arms. If anything, his grip on her

long strides. Before I

already connected with his jaw. The impact sent him stumbling

and my

"Christopher?"

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

with your fist, I see. Some

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 my

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

snapped back to Angela, who had moved to stand

like a growl. "What

handle," she replied coolly, but I noticed her unconsciously rubbing her arm. Angry red marks were beginning to form on her pale

made my vision blur with rage. "What

sure Luca and 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

I couldn't take my eyes off Angela. She was trying to hide it, but I could

were held just a fraction

up tomorrow. Right

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

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

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

studying her reflection in the

cutting. "Fine? You let