The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 57

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 57: Your Promises Don't Mean Much anymore

Sean POV

I drove in silence, my mind still churning with the scene at the hotel

Christopher's unexpected return, his arms around Angela, her tear-stained face - everything blurred together into a poisonous mix of anger and something else I couldn't quite name.

Angela sat beside me, her eyes fixed on the passing city lights. The silence stretched between us until she finally broke it.

"These past two years at Shaw Group, I've worked so hard trying to prove myself," she said, her voice carrying an edge I hadn't heard before. "I thought if I showed everyone my professional worth, they'd see past the 'Mrs. Shaw' title."

She turned to look at me directly. "But tonight made one thing crystal clear- without the Shaw family's protection, I'm nothing in this world. After all, I'm about to become the former Mrs. Shaw, aren't I?"

My grip tightened on the steering wheel, but I couldn't find the words to respond. Emily's earlier phone call kept replaying in my

head:

"Everyone knows Shaw's president has already brought his new woman into the company. She'll be tossed aside soon enough, become the laughingstock of high society. The Wilsons are bankrupt nobody will protect her anymore."

Luca's words, delivered through Emily's trembling voice, made my blood boil all over again.

The thought of him and his friends threatening Angela, treating her like some disposable trophy wife - it took every ounce of my self-control not to turn the car around and deal with him personally

We pulled into the underground parking garage of our apartment. The engine's quiet purr died away, leaving us in a charged silence. When Angela reached for her seatbelt, I leaned over, my fingers brushing against hers as I moved to help her.

She drew back sharply, pressing herself against the car door as if my touch had burned her. The subtle movement sent a jolt of something irritation? hurt? - through my chest.

"What are you afraid of?" I tried to keep my tone light, teasing. "Think I'm going to kiss you?"

refusing to acknowledge either my attempt at humor or

silence stretched painfully.

the lingering scent of champagne

perfume she always wore.

my head spin

I finally said, breaking the tension. "But

champagne smell is too

slight nod, still not meeting my

car. I watched her retreating figure,

strangers to each other.

the elevator, I pulled

you can find on Luca's

me he understood this wasn't just business as usual.

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ended the call

was a dead man now, I

with her hand clasped in Grandma's grip while I stood by the window,

the glass.

evident in her voice. "Sean told

distress completely hidden behind a warm smile.

worry."

she looked now compared to just moments ago in the car. She'd

boy," Grandma said softly to Angela, her eyes flickering to me, when he heard you were

look in Grandma's eyes.

business requires certain.. social obligations.

"Especially now."

tie, a cold sweat breaking out across my neck. Those words - "especially now" - echoed

accusation.

of Grandma's gaze felt unbearable. How

the whispers in the