The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 87

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

say everything went

my hand, her grip surprisingly

convincing

eyes narrowed slightly in that way that always made me feel transparent. That boy...

could respond, Dr. Carter appeared in the doorway with news of

watched her beam at the prospect of returning home soon, I felt my throat tighten.

the city

in the foyer, his usually perfect posture slightly stiff as he delivered Sean's

he won't

window, Victoria looked up sharply. "Work? Is it really so busy that he

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

hesitation in

tone dripped with sarcasm. "Of

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you shouldn't let him get away with

rights, you know."

was meeting with Christina. But I didn't know how to explain

the middle of the night, as I was drifting off to sleep, 1 felt a weight press down and something brush against my

were covered properly,” he stammered, uncertainty coloring his voice. "The nights are getting

I could respond, Sean walked into

lips, feeling them warm and moist with the scent of whiskey

he wasn't

my blanket-he was

realization shocked and confused me. Why would

now. I was too tired and didn't want to start another argument in the middle of the night. I pulled the

water echoed from

to go to his office to find

appeared in the

offered, holding out a

left these for you to

place the files on the desk. After she left, I picked up my phone and dialed Sean's

"Where are you?"

to enter another meeting. His voice sounded distant,

work, Sean." I fought to keep my voice steady, though anger threatened to break through.

pause followed, filled only by the sound of his breathing. After

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