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 how naturally

exactly how she liked it, engaging Victoria in conversation about her latest

way so long."

sorry I've been away so

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

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

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

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

I hadn't even noticed existed. The realization made my throat tight

many of her quiet acts of kindness had dismissed or taken for

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

had taken Elizabeth in their

soon as we pulled away from

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

started, but she cut me

"Let's

steering wheel The familiar surge of frustration rose in my chest-the same feeling that had driven me to kiss her

came with barely any warning. A delivery truck peared around the corner, its horn blaring

immediately, my heart

physical blow. Angela Wilson Shaw didn't cry-not when her family's company collapsed, not during

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

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

triggered a memory from two months

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

hair from her face, she hadn't pulled away. Instead, she'd caught

When had