The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 73

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex Wife

Chapter 73: Revenge in White Silk

Christina POV

I stared at my phone in disbelief, my finger hovering over Sean's number for the fourth time. Three calls. Three rejections. The sharp ache in my chest had nothing to do with my injury.

Sean Shaw never ignored my calls, Never.

I pushed myself up against the silk pillows of my VIP hospital bed, wincing as the movement pulled at my bandaged forehead. My gaze drifted to the mirror on the opposite wall, and I found myself shadying my reflection with growing anxiety. Dr. Carter's words. echoed in my mind: "There might be permanent scarring.

I can't believe he actually hung up on you. Jennifer's voice dripped with calculated sympathy as she settled into one of the plush chairs beside my bed. "But then again, have you seen how cozy Angel's been getting with Christopher Blake? They were having lunch at The Grand just today."

My fingers tightened around the phone. "The Grand?"

Mahmm: Jenniler took a delicate sip of mineral water, her eyes watching me over

the crystal rim. "And that's not noticed something strange about Elizabeth's

surgery schedule? It keeps getting pushed back and back..."

Ball. Havent you

The thought sent ice through my

y veins. I

I turned to look at my friend, my eyes narrowing. "You think Angela deliberately delaying Elizabeth's surgery?"

would be just like that calculating little gold-digger to

painted my hospital room-in shades of gold, casting long shadows across the expensive furnishings. 1 about to respond

nurse appeared in the doorway. "There's a young man downstairs insisting on

was to refuse. Mike was a nobody-a street thug whod developed an inconvenient fixation on me after

in that dangerous, rough-around-the-edges way. One night, after too much champagne at some forgettable fundraiser, I'd let my guard

his apartment in some questionable part of town. I'd made

now?

up like this, especially where there was any chance Sean

he wanted. After a moment's consideration, I decided

I said,

hissed. "You can't

he's..."

gown to look more vulnerable.

bandage needed to catch

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Revenge

like

rough manners couldn't have been

a street vendor-cheap and gaudy against the elegant flower

Jordan His voice was too loud, making me wince internally. "Deard

managed a weak smile, carefully angling my face. "Mike, you shouldn't have..." "Who did this to you?" His fists clenched at his sides, his street-hardened face d

arching as she took in Mike's appearance.

how Mike's jaw tightened at Jennifer's tone, how his eyes narrowed at the obvious dismissal in her voice.

just the right note of gentle reproach.

o visit me.

almost pathetic. His obvious adoration made Jennifer roll behind his back, but I had to fight

been terrifying," Mike said, stepping closer to

say attacked," I demurred, then winced theatrically,

a marble statue," Jennifer finished sharply. "And now look-there might be permanent scarring. All because that gold-digger couldn't handle