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."

notice how naturally

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

way so long."

I've been away so

in her

apologize, Elizabeth smiled. "Angela has been taking wonderful care of me. Such a thoughtful girl-always remembering my medications,

she reached out to squeeze Angela's hand. The gesture sent a wave

our arrangement that I'd failed to see the reality: Angela wasn't playing a

I hadn't even

of kindness had dismissed or taken

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hospital should have taken thirty minutes. In the the silence of the Bentley's Interior, It

their cat,

we pulled away from the curb, Angela's warm deineanornished.

seat, staring straight ahead,

started, but she cut

was ice. "Let's just get

made my hands tighten on the steering wheel The familiar surge of frustration rose in my chest-the same feeling that had driven me to kiss her last night, only to be pushed day. Without thinking, I pressed harder

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

immediately, my heart

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 shouldn't have I reached for her, but she

of my mistakes. Through the windshield, I watched her pace slowly, one hand pressed against her

from two months ago-another morning,

back against the seat as told

of hair from her face, she hadn't pulled away. Instead, she'd caught my hand, pressing a

When had we lost