The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 63

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 63: Old Friends, New Games

Angela Pov

"You sound upset," Sophie said softly. "Come stay at my place tonigh. We can talk, just like old times,"

"Elizabeth is waiting for us at home," I told Sophie. "I don't want her to worry. I should head back. And I don't want to burden you too much, Sophie - you've already helped me so much." After I hung up the phone, I felt something drape across my shoulders, startling me.

I-turned to find Christopher draping his cashmere coat over me, his amber eyes reflecting concern as they lingered on the faint scratches Jennifer's nails had left on my cheek.

"I'll call you back," I murmured to Sophie, ending the call.

Christopher's fingers brushed lightly over the marks on my face. "These should heal quickly," he said softly, "though I doubt the social damage will fade as easily."

I stepped back slightly, maintaining a polite distance. "The social damage was precisely what Jennifer wanted. She's quite skilled at manipulating situations to her advantage."

"Indeed." Christopher's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Would you join me for some tea? There's an excellent French patisserie just around the corner. We have quite a bit of catching up to do, Angel."

The old nickname stirred something in my chest-a mix of nostalgia and wariness. After a moment's hesitation, I nodded.

I was surprised when he took me to the dessert shop we used to frequent in high school. It was small and inexpensive, but filled with memories of our youth. "I can't believe this place is still here," I said.

"Your old friend is still here," Christopher said as we settled into a quiet corner table.

couldn't help but smile. “You always did know all the best

to the waiter, ordering in perfect French. "Though other

I'd given him years ago-the one

suddenly. I saw you at Sean's company building downstairs. I thought you were doing

asked, remembering the car I'd seen while buying a sandwich

"Yes."

hello?" I asked teasingly. "I thought I was

Sean's wife in name only, this

an amused smile. “I wanted to surprise you," he

you be staying in New York this

the long term,” he replied, his eyes holding mine.

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Old Friends,

ahead of yourself. I'm not exactly swimming

past few

much had happened in these years my family's bankruptcy, my marriage to Sean, the pregnancy... Had I been well? I wasn't

prolonged silence, Christopher's expression filled with regret. "I shouldn't have asked that," he said quietly. "Actually, these past couple of days, I've seen you and Sean..." He trailed off, leaving the words hanging

I was making the right choice. The opportunity at the City was too good to pass up. But then I heard about

and..."

his teacup. "If I had been

I said softly, gently interrupting him. "What's done is done. The past can't be changed." My voice was quiet but firm, trying to

I suppose it can't. But the future...