The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 90

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 90: I'll Fulfill My duties As Your Husband Right Now!

Angela Pov

Christopher's amber eyes held mine with quiet intensity across the legant expanse of the Plazas private dining room. I believe that decision belongs to Angela, doesn't 17"

Sean's presence seemed to fill the entire space, his barely contained by radiating like heat. The other diners had fallen silent, sensing the tension crackling between the three of us.

"Take, Your. Hands. Off. My. Wife. Each word dropped like ice from Sans lips.

Christopher's fingers remained gentle but firm around mine. You seem upset, old friend. Perhaps you'd like to join us for lunch? We were just discussing the fascinating topic of marriage contracts."

I watched Sean's jaw clench, the muscle ticking beneath his skin, without warning, Sean strode forward and landed a solid punch across Christopher's face. The sudden violence sent ripples of shock Brough the elegant dining room.

“Sean!” I quickly pulled away from Christopher's grasp and positioned myself between them, glaring at Sean. "What do you think you're doing?"

Sean's expression darkened further at my intervention. "You're actually protecting him?” His voice trembled with barely contained rage. "Get out of my way!"

I glanced around the restaurant, noting the growing crowd of spectators. Several had already pulled out their phones, eagerly waiting to capture more drama between Manhattan's elite.

"Come home with me!" Sean commanded.

Christopher leaned back in his chair, studying Sean with that maddeningly calm expression he'd perfected.

"I dont believe Angela has finished her lunch. And we were in the middle of quite an important discussion about her future."

"Her future?" Sean's laugh held no humor. "And I suppose you see yourself playing a significant role in that future, Blake?"

"That depends entirely on Angela, doesn't it?" Christopher's gaze shifted to me, carrying a weight of unspoken meaning. "Unlike some, I believe she's perfectly capable of making her own choices."

"Enough. I stood, smoothing my skirt with practiced composure. "You're both acting like children. Christopher, thank you for lunch, but I think it's best if I handle this privately."

"Angel" Christopher started to rise, but I held up a hand to stop him.

"Please," I met his eyes, hoping he could read the silent message there. "I need to do this my wa

Something shifted

resignation. He nodded once, settling back into his chair. "Of

hand found the small of my back as we walked toward the exit, his touch possessive enough to make me bristle. The moment we

perfectly well on

"Can you?"

heard. "Tell me, Angela, how long

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My duties As Your Husband

who's been carrying on with Christina this entire time. At least Christopher has never pretended to be anything other

what exactly is he to

Through the lobby's revolving doors, I

want to have this conversation, we'll have it there. Not here, not like this

behind us, Sean rounded on me. "Well? We're

is going on." 1 snapped, hanging my coat

a friend when

friend?" Sean's laugh was harsh. "Is that what you

he touches you every

none of

"You're my wife!"

fulfilled your

yanked me back and pinned

case, I'll fulfill my duties as your

what are you doing? Go fuck Christina! I'm not

is pure e and innocent. She's nothing

me. My voice shook

"No."

my focus back to him. He's switched

just one hand, his other sliding up

With practiced ease he

and cups my breast, giving

my shirt up before he bites at my nipple, then soothes the sting with his

to arch forward, the look on his face makes me suspect there will be more. Sean stares

and starts caressing my thighs. Then again, higher to

me harder, circles my clit and flicks up over it

Sean tries pushing two fingers inside me, without warning or