The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 59

Chapter 59

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 59: Had Sean Really Let Her Choose My Dress?

Angela POV

I quickly shut off my phone. Emily was the first to move. Without a word, she

stepped forward and began arranging reports on my desk with careful precision. Her movements were different now-gentler, almost protective.

"The quarterly projections, Angela," she said softly, meeting my eyes with quiet understanding. "I've highlighted the key points from

the Asian markets."

Michael closed the door behind him and moved to stand beside Emily. Though his

face was composed as ever, his eyes held an unexpected warmth.

"Angela," he said, his voice low and careful as he placed his own stack of documents beside Emily's. "The board meeting has been rescheduled to three o'clock." He paused, studying my face with quiet concern.

"I've also taken the liberty of clearing your morning schedule. You've been working exceptionally hard lately. Perhaps some rest

would be beneficial."

The gentle consideration in his voice made my eyes burn with unexpected tears.

These two people-who had been thrust into the middle of this complicated situation through no fault of their own-were already moving to protect me, finding ways to lighten my burden without explicitly acknowledging why.

*I..." My voice caught, and I had to take a moment to steady it. "Thank you. Both of you."

Emily's hand twitched, as if she wanted to reach out to me but was restraining herself.

"I'll make sure to have fresh tea available in your office throughout the day," she said softly, her words careful and measured. "And perhaps some light snacks. Just in case you need anything during those long meetings."

I stared at her, touched by the simple thoughtfulness of the gesture. You don't have to-"

want to," Michael interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. "Whatever

to leave, moving in perfect synchronization

the door, Emily paused, her hand resting lightly on the frame.

"We're on your side, Angela.

matter what," he added quietly, and in those three words I

closing the door behind

blanket-unexpected and precious, like the secret growing

felt unusually tense that

due respect, Mr. Shaw," Michael said, his tone

on his mind, "but that strategy seems

could see confusion lash across his

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Sean Really Let

Elaborate, he cosimented.

à detalled critique that,

fingers tapping reverfeedly on the

finally

wie steady puthering his motorlude scheduled. Perhaps we can pleruice this

his departure just

through

to me, confusion evident in his green eyes. What was

of bastilie

I have annflict

my een

most even tempered person I know. Or at least, he was

was a

on my closet door. The Chanel label caught the light.. small card was

gown, its silk surface catching the light like

from Christopher:

back at the dress. The evening stretched before me like a minefield, with Christopher's mysterious agenda, Christina's inevitable presence, and

He'd already changed into a black tuxedo, his bow tie hanging loose around

his voice

wondered if he'd noticed the subtle changes in my body, if he'd registered the slight softening of my waistline even

you," I replied, matching his neutral tone. "It's

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