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

work, his protective instincts apparently triggered by my scraped hands though he never pressed for details about

made. Perhaps I had been overly paranoid. Maybe the

shake the memory

On.

I stood in her hospital room that morning, all other concerns faded away. Nothing mattered now except getting

pillows, her silver hair perfectly

stop myself from adjusting her

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

window, a gentle smile playing at her lips. In moments like these, I could almost forget the complexity

that gentle authority I'd grown to love, “you

Dr. Carter's appearance in

make myself let go of Elizabeth's hand, even as the

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my waist, strong and steady, helping me find

they prepared to wheel her through the surgical doors. Take care of each other while I'm sleeping,

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

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

windows, my forehead pressed against the cool glass

one hand resting lightly on the small

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

should put

that on silent,

I felt him tense slightly beside me. The

jacket and craping it over my shoulders. The fabric carried his warmth and familiar scent, and

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