The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 60: Dancing on My Grave

Angela POV

Christina's smile widened, triumph gleaming in her eyes.

'Oh yes, Sean was so worried about getting it right. He said something about wanting to make sure you looked appropriate for the occasion. Luckily, I know exactly what works for your... current situation."

"Actually," Sean's voice cut through the tension, his green eyes fixing Christina with an unexpectedly stern look, "I happened to run

into Christina at Bergdorf's while I was choosing your dress. She offered her opinion, that's all."

I stared at Sean, caught off guard by his swift correction of Christina's implication. Even more surprising was the warning glance he shot in her direction, causing her triumphant smile to falter slightly

This was... unexpected. Sean rarely contradicted Christina about anything.

Looking around the ballroom, I recognized so many familiar faces from the past two years.

There was a time when their presence would have filled me with anxiety-when I would have obsessed over every detail of my appearance, every word I spoke, desperately seeking their approval and acceptance.

But now? Now it all seemed so meaningless.

Soon, I would leave this artificial world behind forever. How foolish Id been, wasting so much energy trying to win the approval of

people who were never truly friends to begin with.

glass in hand. His smile was just

tone in William's voice, I'd known him long enough to sense when he was

that amazing waltz you and Sean performed at the university Spring Formal? The one that had everyone talking for

slightly as Christina made her way over, her

with practiced grace, but I could see the calculated nature of each step, the way her

forget?" Christina's laugh tinkled like wind chimes. "Sean was always such a magnificent dancer. Remember how

grin widened. "Why don't you two show us if

sent a ripple through the gathered crowd. I could hear

a

how everyone thought

Angela

as I sipped my water, disguised in

flute. I turned my

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hors d'oeuvres

Christina were legendary at every social event, someone the crowd

Sean's dancing these days reserved for his wife." His tone was pleasant but firm,

noticed her fingers

his

eyes

a step closer to Sean. “Unless, of course, Angela doesn't mind? We could give everyone a

the task. I could feel Christina's presence

Christina's voice took on a harder edge. "I'm speaking to you.

quieter, the background conversation dying down as people turned to watch the interaction. I delicately picked up a smoked salmon canapé, examining it with

faction

softened with practiced concern, her eyes searching the watching crowd. something wrong? You seem so...