The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 69

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 69: A Slap for Another Woman's Man

Angela POV

"The Grand?" I asked as Christopher's Mercedes pulled up to the iconic hotel entrance. "Isn't this a bit excessive for a casual lunch?"

Christopher's amber eyes met mine briefly in the rearview mirror, a pint of amusement playing at his lips. Since when has Angela Wilson ever settled for casual? Besides, I remember how much you used to love their afternoon tea."

I di love it, once. Back before Wilson Investment collapsed. Back when my family name still meant something in this city.

"Things change," I said softly.

"By the way," Christopher said, "how is Christina's injury?".

"You're asking the wrong person," I said coolly. "Maybe you should ask Sean. He's been at the hospital with her."

Christopher's lips curved into a knowing smile. "And here I thought you didn't care about Sean anymore. But your tone suggests otherwise."

We settled at a quiet corner table. I ordered a light salad and some clear soup, avoiding my usual favorites.

'No lobster roll today?" Christopher asked, watching me scan the menu. "You used to love their seafood."

"I'm trying to be more health-conscious these days."

Christopher's eyes narrowed slightly at my response, but he simply nodded and turned to the waiter. "A pot of cinnamon apple tea for the lady, please. And bring us the full afternoon tea service."

"You remember my tea preference?" I asked, surprised.

"I remember everything about you, Angel."

There was something in his tone-a careful observation that made me wonder just how much he'd noticed about my recent changes.

"You know," Christopher began as he poured the steaming liquid with practiced grace, "My company is hiring right now. Someone with your experience would be particularly valuable."

I took a careful sip of tea, using the moment to gather my thoughts. Are you offering me a job, Christopher?"

"I'm offering you options." His voice was gentle, but his eyes were intent. "The world is bigger than Sean Shaw's shadow, Angela. You're too talented to play the role of trophy wife forever."

tea suddenly tasted bitter in my mouth. "Is

than being defined by your marriage to Sean Shaw. The Angela I knew

crumble," I replied sharply. "Sometimes we make choices we never

face. "If I had been here when

him off. "We both made

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A Slap

slightly. "Can we not talk

apologetically. "I just want

need to use the restroom,"

room, I noticed Rachel Miller's

was at that discreet clinic. It was her love for her unborn child that had moved me, that had made me change my mind

determination had given me the

as she argued in hushed but heated tones with a man I recognized

eavesdrop but unable

can't just pretend this isn't happening," she was saying, her voice trembling. "I'm pregnant,

the man hissed. "This isn't the

wavered between anger and desperation. "Your office, where your wife might stop by?

"I said, be quiet!"

that carried the weight of steel. "You have until

leaving the man standing there. I waited a moment before continuing to the restroom, not wanting him to notice me. When I returned

he asked, glancing up. "You

said

to Christopher, "It's getting late.

to get the check,

I was treating you to lunch?"

then. You still owe

the feeling that he had planned it all-the "chance"

I could, deliberately

Could he

my head,

overthinking this. How

Christopher and me?

friend, albeit

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69: A Slap for Another