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?"

perfectly still, her face turned away, refusing to acknowledge either

silence stretched painfully.

scent of champagne on her clothes, mixed

perfume she

my head spin

is waiting up," I finally said, breaking

The champagne smell is

nod, still not

slipped out of the car. I

strangers to each other.

she disappeared into the elevator, I pulled

not caring about the late hour. "I need everything you can find on Luca's

pause told me he understood this wasn't just business

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the call and

dead man

in Grandma's grip while I stood by the window, watching

the glass.

concern evident in her voice. "Sean

her previous distress completely hidden behind a

worry."

ago in the car. She'd mastered the art of wearing masks, I realized, and I wasn't sure how

softly to Angela, her eyes flickering to me, when he heard you were in trouble, he ran out without even grabbing his coat. In this weather,

my tie, uncomfortable with the knowing look in Grandma's eyes.

tense. “I understand business requires certain.. social obligations. Christina is a lovely girl, but

"Especially now."

out across my neck. Those words - "especially now" - echoed in my head

accusation.

weight of Grandma's gaze felt unbearable. How much did she

the whispers in