The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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-"

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

leave, moving in perfect synchronization as if they'd

the frame. Without turning around, she

conviction, "We're on your

and reassuring. "No matter what," he added quietly, and in those three words I heard a pledge of loyalty that went

slipped out quietly, closing the

a protective blanket-unexpected and precious, like the secret growing

conference room felt unusually tense

Shaw," Michael said,

his mind, "but that strategy

challenge. I could see confusion lash

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Had Sean Really Let Her Choose

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with a text from Christopher: "Looking forward to seeing you tonight,

message, then back at the dress. The evening stretched before me like a minefield,

in the doorway. He'd already changed into a black

perfectly," he said, his voice carefully neutral. I had Sarah check your

he'd noticed the subtle changes in my body, if he'd registered the slight

matching his neutral tone. "It's