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."

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

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

way so long."

sorry I've been away so

said to Elizabeth, genuine regret in her voice. "The foundation's new projects

wonderful care of me. Such

how she reached out to squeeze Angela's hand.

maintaining the facade of our arrangement that I'd failed to see the reality:

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

her quiet acts of

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72: Who Keeps

thirty minutes. In the the silence of the Bentley's Interior, It felt

in their cat, leaving Angela and

as we pulled away from the curb, Angela's

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

started, but she cut

voice was ice. "Let's just get through this

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

delivery truck peared around the corner, its horn blaring as I swerved

pulled over immediately, my

look at her, I saw tears sliding down her cheeks. The sight hit me like a physical blow. Angela Wilson Shaw

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

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 pressed against her

triggered a memory from two months ago-another morning, another car

thrown back against the seat as told her about

strand of hair from her face, she hadn't pulled away. Instead,

changed since then? When had we