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.

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

features, but made no move to leave

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

with his jaw.

and my

"Christopher?"

countless scrapes during our

Sean. Still leading with your fist, I see. Some

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

"When did you...

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throat as Christopher finally released Angela, stepping forward to clasp

he explained, his British accent slightly more pronounced after his years in the City. "Imagine my surprise when I heard about the trouble

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

came out like

coolly, but I noticed her unconsciously rubbing her arm. Angry red marks were beginning to form on her

marks made my vision blur with rage. "What did he

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

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

just a

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

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

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

off my hand. "Emily," she said,

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

was bitter, cutting. "Fine? You let her