The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 66

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 66: Midnight Promises

Sean POV

I took in Christina's fragile form in the doorway of her hospital room. She stood barefoot, swaying slightly, the white bandage around her head making her look unnaturally pale under the harsh fluorescent lights.

"You should be in bed," I said, moving to steady her as I guided her back to her room.

"I just..." Christina's voice wavered. "I don't want to be alone right now."

"I'm not leaving," I assured her, loosening my bow tie. "I was just going to get something for you."

Her eyes widened slightly. "At this hour?"

"You mentioned wanting strawberries earlier, didn't you?" I checked my watch- just past midnight. "I'll find some for you."

"Sean, you don't have to-*

"Rest," I cut her off gently. "I won't be long."

***

The city stretched before me, a maze of neon signs and empty sidewalks. Most shops had closed hours ago, their darkened windows reflecting the occasional passing car.

I drove methodically, scanning for any sign of an open market or convenience store.

a red light, my mind drifted to another late-night food run, years ago. Angela had shown up at my apartment at 2 AM with soup from my favorite Chinese restaurant, knowing I'd been working late

anything about the hour, just set up the food on my desk and sat quietly beside me while I ate, occasionally pointing out errors

Angela had always done things like that-quiet acts of care that never

wheel. No. I wouldn't

now.

looked at me earlier,

of shattering glass in our bathroom, or the

of searching, I found a 24-hour Korean market in the East Village. The owner eyed me curiously as I purchased their last container of strawberries-a executive in evening wear was probably

lit up when I returned with

I arranged the strawberries on

plate on her bedside table, noting how the harsh

than it

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Chapter 66: Midnight Promises

brushed against mine as I adjusted the

I cut in gently, "I wanted to talk about that. The

slowly. "Why are you asking

I kept my voice carefully neutral. It would help if you could clarify what really happened on social

expression shifted, something calculating flickering behind her eyes. "So you brought me strawberries just to ask for

not what this is about," I said firmly. "Christina, I need you to understand something. The rumors and accusations from tonight-they need to be

and let anyone insult or humiliate Angela

would protect her from all

completely wrong. Maybe it's my own negligence that's given others the courage

vulnerable.

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