The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 65

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex Wife

Chapter 65: When She Smiles For Another

Sean POV

The elevator descended to the parking garage. 1 caught my reflection it Brace west recognized. The events of the night had taken their tall.

disheveled hair, natened te, & fee 1 barsty

I'd chosen to leave the penthouse temporarily, hoping to give Angels tome space to cool down

Our argument was getting nowhere, and the last thing I wanted was to wal her rest, not the stress of mediating another conflict between us.

twandmother Elizabeth with our fighting. She needed

I strode toward my Bentley, each footstep echoing against concrete the dim garage.

My phone felt like lead in my hand, Angela's name still illuminated on the screen from my last failed attempt to reach her.

Three missed calls. Seven unread messages. Her silence spoke volumes.

Inside the car, I sat motionless, staring through the windshield at nothing in particular. The leather seat creaked softly as I reached for my cigarette case-8 habit I'd supposedly quit years ago.

The flame from my lighter briefly illuminated the space around me, and I watched the smoke curl toward the ceiling.

wasn't trying to blame her, I thought, taking a long drag. I just wanted to know she was safe.

But it seemed she had misunderstood me. No matter how I tried to explain, she refused to listen.

The events at Christopher's mansion kept replaying in my mind: the commotion in the garden, Christina's injury, Angela's stony expression as I carried Christina to the car. Everything had spiraled so quickly, like a carefully choreographed dance gone terribly

wrong.

rushed back home immediately. I needed to know Angela was

building's lobby, I stopped dead in my tracks. Through the floor-to-ceiling

were chatting and laughing together, as

– while I'd been worried sick about her, she was perfectly

company.

bitterly, but she can't even stand my touch anymore. The cigarette ash fell onto

Her voice came through weak and trembling: "Sean... where are you?

the steering wheel. The doctor's words echoed in my mind— possible concussion, need for observation. And it

before it could fully form. Starting the engine, tried to

the image of

help now. Questions about Angela would have

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when I

asked for strawberries, not cherries!" she

are sold out," Michael replied, his

can't you just

asked me to look after Miss

"Keep it down," I snapped. "Christina

recognized Jennifer - the same one who had

"Haven't you caused enough trouble today? Who are you trying to pick

now?"

can't even do something as simple as buying strawberries! What kind of service is

and perfectly manicured nails speaking of old money and entitlement. "If you can't even manage such a basic task, how can we trust you

jaw tightened. "Since when," I asked coldly, "do my