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-"

Christopher's smile held a hint of challenge. "You underestimate both his possessiveness and

would

fully. "If I win, you let me help you secure that

the afternoon light, trying to decode the strategy behind his

The light turned green, and he accelerated smoothly. "Though i should warn you - I rarely lose bets involving Sean Shaw's

lot about my willingness to be a pawn in whatever game you're

"No sam

"Just a

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

keys. Christopher rounded the car

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

the hotel.

accepted his hand with a slight shake of

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89: A Game of Three

He guided me thunsigh the lobby

in our circles. I'd say we have

The

Park. Christopher held my chair with practiced ease, then settled across

I observed, studying the menu

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

marriage, I