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-"

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

what exactly would I

turning to face me fully. "If I win, you let

profile in the afternoon light, trying to decode the

I'll step back completely. Let you handle things your way." The light turned green, and he

quite a lot about my willingness to be a pawn

"No sam

casualness. "Just a chance to finally break free from a marria that's

attenti valet waited to open my door, offering his hand with that same carefully calculated gallantry. d to take

keys. Christopher rounded the car

he murmured, nodding subtly toward a group of Morgan Stanley executives

the hotel.

his hand with a slight shake

1/2

Game of

the term strategic. He guided me thunsigh the lobby

our circles. I'd say we have about twenty

The

us to a private comer table with sweeping views of Central Park. Christopher held my chair with practiced ease, then settled

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

been predictable in matters of possession. Christopher signaled the tommelier with a subtle gesture. "He may claim he wants a divorce, may even

with my marriage, I said firmly, though something in