The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 72

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 72: Who Keeps Calling You?

Sean POV

"Victoria." Angela's voice was warm, though I caught the slight tension in her shoulders. "What a lovely surprise.

"Darling. My mother moved to embrace Angeln, shooting me a disapproving look over her shoulder. I hope my son hasn't been making things difficult for you."

Belike Angela could respond, the sound of a door opening down the ball drew our attention. Elizabeth appeared, her silver hair. perfectly coiffed despite the early hour.

"Victoria!" Elizabeth's face lit up. "Alexander called to say you

say you were both coming, but I hardly dared believe it,"

"Mother. I cut in, studying her face carefully. "Why did you suddenly return from Europe?"

"Can't parents visit their son without an interrogation?" Victoria's-tone was light, but her eyes were sharp as the glanced between Angela and me.

"I thought we could all have breakfast together. Though I must say, Sean, if you've done something to make Angela kick you out of bed, you should have had the decency to sleep on the floor, not the expensive Italian leather."

Angela stepped forward, her professional mask firmly in place. "It's not what you think, Victoria. Sean was just—”

"Working

late," I finished quickly. "I didn't want to disturb anyone."

"How considerate." My mother's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Though seem to recall you having no such concerns when you were living at home. The number of times you stumbled in at dawn..."

"Victoria," Elizabeth interrupted gently, shall we have breakfast? Sarah has prepared your

favorite croissants."

I couldn't help but notice how naturally Angela fit into this

tea was exactly how she liked it, engaging Victoria in conversation about

way so long."

sorry I've been

regret in her

care of me. Such a thoughtful girl-always remembering my medications, accompanying

softened, noting how she reached out to squeeze Angela's hand.

been so focused on maintaining the facade of our arrangement that I'd failed to

was genuinely caring for my family, filling gaps I hadn't even noticed existed. The realization

of kindness had

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72: Who Keeps

minutes. In the the silence

Elizabeth in their cat,

from the

seat, staring straight ahead, her hands folded tightly in her

she

was ice. "Let's just

feeling that had driven me to kiss her

horn blaring as I swerved sharply to avoid it. Angela's gasp cut through the

my heart hammering. "Are

to look at her, I saw tears sliding down her cheeks. The sight hit me like a physical blow. Angela Wilson Shaw didn't cry-not when her family's company collapsed, not during our countless arguments, not even last night when I'd crossed

I shouldn't have I reached for her, but she flinched away. "Don't touch me." Her voice broke slightly. "Just...,

door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, leaving me alone with the weight of my mistakes. Through the windshield, I watched her pace

from two months ago-another morning,

back against the seat as told her about William's

to brush a strand of hair from her face, she hadn't pulled away. Instead, she'd caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm that sent electricity shooting through my

since then? When had we