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

into his

my back as we walked toward the exit, his touch possessive

walk perfectly well

"Can you?"

me, Angela, how long has this been going on?

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My duties As

who's been carrying on with Christina this entire time. At least

exactly is

question hung between us, heavy with implications. Through the lobby's revolving doors, I

home," I said finally, exhaustion seeping into my voice, you want to have this conversation, we'll have it there. Not here, not like

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

is going on." 1 snapped, hanging my coat with more force

a friend when I needed one.

that what you call the way

he touches you every chance

none of

"You're my wife!"

ever fulfilled your duties

yanked me back and

duties as your husband right now!" He leaned down

Go fuck

is pure e and innocent. She's nothing

go of me.

"No."

sting bringing my focus

arms with just one hand, his other sliding up

With practiced ease he

my bra and cups my breast, giving a sharp squeeze and

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

to arch forward, the look on his face makes me suspect there will be

my thighs. Then again, higher to start touching me

me harder, circles my clit and flicks up over it and my

"I hiss when Sean tries pushing two fingers inside me, without warning