The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 58

Chapter 58: That Damn Speakerphone Spill

Angela POV

I closed the bedroom door behind me as quietly as possible.

Sean sat in the leather armchair by the window, dressed in just a white T-shirt and dark loungewear pants.

His usually perfect appearance was nowhere to be seen-his hair slightly disheveled, as if he'd been running his fingers through it repeatedly.

Elizabeth's words from earlier echoed in my mind: "That boy... when he heard you were in trouble, he ran out without even grabbing his coat."

I found my eyes drawn to his broad shoulders, noting how the thin cotton material of his T-shirt did little to hide his tensed

muscles.

The thought of him rushing out into the cold night, focused only on reaching me, stirred something deep within my chest.

For a moment, I nearly broke the heavy silence between us. But pride held my tongue.

What would I say?

Thank you for coming to my rescue?

I'm sorry for worrying you?

None of it felt right, not when our marriage was nothing but a convenient arrangement with an expiration date.

As I moved toward the walk-in closet, my phone buzzed with a message. Christopher's name appeared on the screen:

"Save my new number, Little Angel."

fingers hovered over the keyboard before I

came quickly: "What should I call

"Just Angela is fine."

then, Angel

last message, a

name Sean used in his most tender moments with me, when his guard was

unknowingly intruding on

through my thoughts. "You should get some rest." His

not trusting myself to speak. I gathered my nightclothes and headed to the bathroom, grateful for the excuse to escape the charged atmosphere of

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freshly showered and wearing silk pajamas,

filtered through the floor-to-ceiling

bed remained untouched, the pillows still

reaching out, my hand hovering over the cold sheets where

cream-colored Chanel suit, I made

caught sight of Sean inside, his tall frame bent over his laptop. He'd changed into a fresh shirt and suit pants, but the subtle

looked up as I passed, our eyes meeting

voice cold. "Christopher's hosting a gathering at his house tonight. We should

on my leather portfolio.

you'd prefer to give the gossips more fuel?" His tone was light, but there was an

when our arguments would follow this same pattern. Sean would always be the first to extend an olive branch, even while maintaining that stern

things, it seemed, never

I

have Peter pick you up at

leave, but his voice stopped me. "Angela." I paused, not turning

off guard, sending an unexpected warmth through

Shaw Tower hummed with its usual morning activity as

just as I finished reviewing

confident in the privacy of