The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 73

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 pull something

gold, casting long shadows across the expensive furnishings.

"There's a young man downstairs insisting on seeing you. He says

was a nobody-a street thug whod developed an inconvenient fixation on me after a chance encounter at

way. One night, after too much champagne at

some questionable part of town. I'd made him swear to keep

now?

where there was

I needed to know what he wanted. After a moment's consideration, I decided to

said, ignoring

Jenniler hissed. "You can't

he's..."

her off smoothly, already adjusting my designer hospital gown to look more vulnerable.

the few minutes before Mike's arrival to perfect my pose. The bandage needed to catch

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it was like watching a hull

manners couldn't have been

bought from a street vendor-cheap and gaudy against the elegant

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

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

plucked eyebrows arching as she took in Mike's appearance. "My, my. What...

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

I'made my voice hold just the right note of gentle reproach. "Mike was kind enough

o visit me.

His obvious adoration made Jennifer roll

terrifying," Mike said, stepping closer to my bed. Being attacked

wouldn't say attacked," I demurred,

now look-there might be permanent scarring. All because that gold-digger couldn't

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