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

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

though I couldn't quite shake the memory of his knowing words about

On.

I stood in her hospital room that morning, all

propped against pristine pillows, her silver hair

from adjusting her blankets

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

at her lips. In moments like these, I

love,

reassure her, but Dr. Carter's appearance in the doorway cut me

myself let go of Elizabeth's hand, even as the surgical team assembled

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Christina

arm slipped around my waist, strong and steady, helping me find

will be fine, dear," Elizabeth assured me as they prepared to wheel her through the surgical doors. Take care

too tight for words. Sean's arm tightened around my waist as we watched the

offered every luxury money could buy, hut nothing could ease

forehead pressed against the

remained close, one hand resting lightly on the small

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

put

on

tense slightly beside me. The surgical

murmured, shrugging off his suit jacket and craping it over my shoulders. The fabric carried his warmth and familiar scent, and I found myself unconsciously leaning

presence beside me. His