The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 87

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex Wife

Chapter 87: I Don't Want A Divorce Anymore!

Angels Po

Ip the next morning, Sean wash 1 home. Remembering we still hadn't set a time

to handle the divorce paperwork. 1.

'Angela." He sounded distant already. I'm heading into the quarterly hard meeting.

↑ 1 fofted my voice to remain steady. "We need to talk about the divoro

proceedings. Now that Elizabeth's surgery was successful...

I can't discuss this right now. I heard papers shuffling in the background. The

board is waiting."

"Sean-

The line went dead.

lis attitude felt strange to me. Was he trying to

o avoid t the divorce? But why would he do that?

After breakfast, despite the lingering pain in my right leg where ferinifer had kicked me, I decided to visit Elizabeth

She sat propped against plush pillows, her silver hair perfectly coiffed despite her recent surgery. The sight of her made m

squeeze with affection.

"Angela, darling." Her face lit up as I entered. "I was hoping you'd come by."

I moved to adjust her pillows, relief washing over me at the healthy color in her cheeks. How are you feeling?"

heart

doctors say everything went

her grip surprisingly strong.

was a convincing smile.

feel transparent. That boy... he works too hard

Carter appeared in the doorway with news of

of returning home soon, I felt my throat tighten. How many more times would I be able to

the penthouse, the city

in the foyer, his usually perfect posture slightly

to inform you that he won't be home tonight.

Victoria looked up sharply. "Work? Is it really so busy

now, Mrs. Shaw, Michael replied smoothly, though I caught the st

hesitation in

tone dripped with sarcasm. "Of

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concern. "Darling, you shouldn't let him get away with this behavior. A wife has

rights, you know."

must have misunderstood. She probably assumed Sean was meeting with Christina. But I didn't know how to

a weight press down and something brush against my face. When ! opened my eyes, I caught Sean's lips quickly sweeping across my

was just checking if you were covered properly,” he stammered, uncertainty coloring his voice.

I could respond, Sean walked into

my lips, feeling them warm and moist

he wasn't

my blanket-he was kissing

shocked and confused me. Why would he suddenly

argument in the middle of the night. I pulled the blanket tighter around me, deciding to pretend

steady sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, I drifted

to go to his office to find him. But when I arrived, there was no sign of him

in the

Emily offered, holding out a stack of quarterly

these

gestured for Emily to place the files on the desk. After she left, I

"Where are you?"

another meeting. His

my voice steady, though anger threatened to break through. "We need to discuss the divorce.

sound of his breathing. After a long pause,