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."

couldn't help but notice

ensuring Elizabeth's tea was exactly how she liked it, engaging Victoria in conversation about her latest charitable endeavors in

way so long."

been away so

regret in her voice. "The foundation's new projects

Such a thoughtful girl-always remembering my medications, accompanying

softened, noting how she reached out to squeeze Angela's hand. The gesture sent a wave of guilt washing over

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

family, filling gaps I hadn't even noticed existed. The realization made

many of her quiet acts of kindness had dismissed or

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drive to the hospital should have taken thirty minutes. In the the

in their cat,

pulled away from

in the passenger seat, staring straight

started, but she

"Let's

same feeling that had driven me to kiss her

peared around the corner, its horn blaring as I swerved sharply to avoid it. Angela's gasp cut through the air like a

over immediately, my heart

sliding down her cheeks. The sight hit me like a physical blow. Angela Wilson Shaw didn't cry-not when her family's

reached for her, but she flinched away. "Don't touch me." Her

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

memory from two months ago-another morning,

thrown back against the seat as told her about William's latest

reached over to brush a strand of hair from her face, she hadn't pulled away. Instead, she'd caught my hand, pressing a kiss

since then? When