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-"

with another man?" Christopher's smile held a hint of challenge. "You underestimate

exactly would I be

to a red light, turning to face me fully. "If I win, you let me help you secure

to decode the strategy

light turned green, and he

willingness to be a pawn

"No sam

casualness. "Just a

Hotel's private entrance, where an attenti valet waited to open my door,

keys. Christopher rounded the

give them something to talk about?" he murmured, nodding subtly toward a group of Morgan

the hotel.

slight shake of my bead.

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89: A Game of

the term strategic. He guided me thunsigh the lobby

small of my back. "Besides, news travels fast in our circles. I'd say we have about twenty minutes

The

with sweeping views of Central Park. Christopher held my

Sean's reaction. I observed,

subtle gesture. "He may claim he wants a divorce, may even convince himself he's in love with Christina, but the moment he thinks he's losing you. 1 He fet the thought

with my marriage, I said firmly, though something in Christopher's confident manner made