The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 89

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 89: A Game of Three Players

Angela Pov

"You're enjoying this far too much, I murmured, accepting his arm with practiced grace. The whispers from nearby onlookers were already starting, and 1 could practically see the text messages flying cross the financial district's private networks.

you blame me?" He guided me to the passenger door with fluidase. "It's not every day I get to escort Manhattan's most intriguing woman to lunch."

As we settled into the leather interior, the subtle scent of his forest bologne filled the confined space. It was distinctly

different from Sean's preferred citrus notes - another small detail that emphasized the growing distance between my current reality and the life I'd built with Sean.

"I heard about Sean's sudden change of heart regarding the divorce, Christopher said casually as we merged into traffic. "Rather unexpected, wouldn't you say?"

I kept my gaze fixed on the passing scenery. "You seem surprisingly well- informed about my personal affairs.

"You and Sean are both my dear friends," Christopher's voice carried a gentle warmth tinged with concern. "It's only natural that I care about what happens between you." He paused, his gaze dropping meaningfully to my still flat stomach. "Besides, you're not alone in this anymore. I promised I would help you, didn't I?"

Christopher-

"Care to make a small wager?" he interrupted smoothly, navigating through midtown traffic with elegant precision. "I bet Sean will appear at our lunch venue within thirty minutes of someone informing him you're in my car."

"That's absurd," I replied, though uncertainty crept into my voice. "Sean's too busy with board meetings to-"

when she's seen with another man?" Christopher's smile held a hint of challenge. "You underestimate both his possessiveness and

what exactly would I be

me fully. "If I win, you let

profile in the afternoon light, trying to decode the

light turned green, and he accelerated smoothly. "Though i should

quite a lot about my willingness to be a pawn in whatever

"No sam

Angel." The old nickname slipped out with practiced casualness. "Just a chance to finally break free from

pulled up to the Plaza Hotel's private entrance, where an attenti valet waited to open my door, offering his hand with that same carefully calculated gallantry. d to

keys. Christopher rounded the car

talk about?" he murmured, nodding subtly toward a

the hotel.

his hand with a slight shake

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89: A Game of Three

guided me thunsigh the

our circles. I'd say we have about twenty minutes before Sean makes

The

of Central Park. Christopher held my chair with

very certain about Sean's reaction. I observed, studying the

Christopher signaled the tommelier with a subtle gesture. "He may claim he wants a divorce, may even convince himself he's in love with Christina, but

interested in playing games with my marriage, I said firmly, though something