The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 76

Chapter 76: Christina Is Missing!

Angela Pov

"Angela?" Sean's voice was tentative as he ended the call. We were sl in the elevator, and I could feel his ey

eyes studying my farm,

You look pale. Are you feeling alright?"

I managed a small nod, though my scraped palms still stung beneath their

bandages. Before I could respond, Sean cleared his throat, a hint of apology in his voice.

"About Christina... she's still in the hospital, so I need to

You d

don't need to explain, I cut him off, forcing a smile that felt lle even to me,

Looking at his concerned expression, I made a decision. I wouldn't tell him about the attack, or my suspicions about Christina's possible involvement.

Without concrete evidence, he would never believe me. He loved Christina too much to even consider she might be capable of such things.

The drive home was quiet, Manhattan's evening traffic creating a cocoon of silence around us. His earlier tenderness in the already felt like a fading dream, dissolving like mist in the harsh light of reality.

The next few days fell into a pattern.

office

to and from work, his protective instincts apparently triggered by my scraped hands though he

I had been overly paranoid. Maybe the man had only meant to frighten me, not cause

couldn't quite shake the memory of his

On.

room that morning, all other concerns faded away.

pristine pillows, her silver hair perfectly coiffed despite the

couldn't stop myself from adjusting her blankets for the

reaching for my hand. Her grip was warm and reassuring

gentle smile playing at her lips. In moments like these,

to love,

her, but Dr. Carter's appearance in the doorway cut me off. "Mrs.

of Elizabeth's hand, even as the surgical

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waist, strong and steady,

me as they prepared to wheel her through the surgical doors.

ned, my throat too tight for words. Sean's arm tightened around my

wing offered every luxury money could buy, hut nothing could ease the

at the floor-to-ceiling windows, my forehead pressed against the cool glass

hand resting lightly on the

phone buzzed for the third time in an hour, Victoria's perfectly manicured fingers

should put that on

that on

without argument, though I felt him tense slightly beside me. The surgical wing's indicator light glowed steadily. marking the

Sean murmured, shrugging off his suit jacket and craping it over my shoulders. The fabric carried

the jacket and the steady presence beside me. His hand found mine again, our fingers intertwining