The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 60

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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.

he approached, champagne glass in hand. His smile was just a touch too wide, his eyes holding that familiar glint

known him long

that amazing waltz you and

made her way over, her red dress

the calculated nature of each step, the way her hips

always such a magnificent dancer. Remember how we

you two show us if you've still got

sent a ripple through the gathered crowd. I could hear

such a

thought they'd end up

to Angela is

carefully neutral as I sipped

I turned my attention to

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of hors d'oeuvres

at every social event, someone the crowd

these days reserved for his wife." His tone was pleasant but firm, meeting

smile didn't waver, but I noticed her fingers tightening almost imperceptibly around her

his

eyes

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

in the task. I could feel Christina's

speaking to you. The polite thing would be to

turned to watch the interaction.

faction got

her eyes searching the watching crowd. something wrong?

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