The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Blood in the Garden

Angela POV

I placed my hand in Christopher's, acutely aware of the eyes watching our every

move.

As we stepped onto the dance floor, I caught Sean's expression darkening from the corner of my eye. Even with Christina trying to hold his attention, his gaze remained fixed on us.

1 The string quartet had just begun a slow waltz. Christopher's lead was impeccable, each step flowing naturally into the next. I had

to admit, he moved with the kind of grace that came from years of prestigious boarding schools and social training.

"You've changed, Angela," Christopher observed as we moved across the floor. "There's a strength in you now that wasn't there before."

"Life has a way of teaching us what we need to learn," I replied carefully, maintaining the proper distance between us as we turned. I felt the sapphire earrings Sean had given me catch the light, a subtle reminder of the complexities of my situation.

"Indeed it does." His hand at my waist was perfectly proper, yet somehow still managed to convey an intimacy that made me uncomfortable. "Tell me, does it bother you? The way they talk about your marriage?"

My step never faltered, though my pulse quickened slightly. "Which part? The fact that it's a business arrangement, or the – speculation about its impending end?"

wear the role of Mrs. Shaw with remarkable grace for someone

reach my eyes. As we turned again, I caught another glimpse of Sean. His jaw was clenched, his posture

it just a role?" Christopher's fingers brushed against my hair as we completed another turn,

me like a physical blow. Memories flooded back-his subtle cruelties, the way he'd use that gentle tone while reminding me of my place, his smiles masking contempt as he watched me struggle to fit into

Christopher stepped back with an elegant bow. "Thank you for the dance," he murmured, his eyes holding mine for a moment too long. "We should do this more

cut through the moment. "You and Christopher seem quite comfortable together." His tone was carefully neutral, but I could

had somehow come slightly loose. "Do we? How observant of you

danced with Christina tonight," Sean

suddenly felt suffocating, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. I turned and

in the powder room, pressing a cool, damp cloth

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Blood in the

if it was the pregnancy or simply the emotional toll of

the powder room, I decided to take a moment to catch my breath in Christopher's garden. The cool night air was a welcome relief from the stuffiness of

path, voices carried from around

see how she was throwing herself at Christopher?" Jennifer Moore's voice dripped with venom. "Sean hadn't even finished breaking up with

despite Sean having thrown her

would you expect from a girl like her?" Christina's voice was thick with disdain. "She's nothing but a gold-digger who got lucky with Sean.

she was dancing with Christopher..." another voice chimed in. "Like a born whore. Did you see how close they

was planning to ask