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

his protective instincts apparently triggered by my scraped

more threats were made. Perhaps I had been overly paranoid. Maybe the man had

quite shake the memory of his knowing words about my pregnancy. Still,

On.

it, Elizabeth's surgery. As I stood in her hospital room that morning, all other concerns

pristine pillows, her silver

adjusting her blankets for the third

Elizabeth said fondly, reaching for my hand. Her grip was warm and reassuring despite

watched us from her position by the window, a gentle smile playing at her lips. In

that gentle authority I'd grown to love,

Carter's appearance

Elizabeth's hand, even

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Christina Is

and steady, helping me find the

her through the surgical doors. Take

ned, my throat too tight for words. Sean's arm tightened around my waist as we watched the doors close

of New York Presbyterian's VIP surgical wing offered every luxury money could buy, hut nothing could ease

my forehead pressed against the

lightly on the small

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

should put that

on

complied without argument, though I felt him tense slightly beside me. The surgical wing's indicator

The fabric carried his warmth and familiar

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