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."

the dining table, I couldn't help but notice how naturally Angela fit into this tableau

grace, ensuring Elizabeth's tea was exactly how she liked it, engaging Victoria in

way so long."

sorry I've been away

her voice.

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

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

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

was genuinely caring for my family, filling gaps I hadn't even

her quiet acts of

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Who Keeps

thirty minutes. In the the silence of the

in their cat, leaving Angela

we pulled away from the curb, Angela's warm

the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, her hands folded tightly

she cut

was ice. "Let's just get through

in my chest-the same feeling

warning. A delivery truck peared around the corner, its horn blaring as I swerved sharply to avoid it. Angela's gasp

pulled over immediately, my heart hammering.

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

she flinched away. "Don't touch me."

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

two months ago-another morning, another

been laughing then, her head thrown back against the seat

pulled away. Instead, she'd caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm that sent electricity shooting through

had changed since then? When had we lost that