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

or resignation. He nodded once, settling back into his chair. "Of course. But remember what we discussed.

touch possessive enough to make me bristle. The moment we cleared the restaurant doors,

walk perfectly well

"Can you?"

how long has this been

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My duties As Your Husband Right

carrying on with Christina this entire time. At least Christopher has never pretended to

exactly is he

us, heavy with implications. Through the lobby's revolving doors, I could see Sean's Bentley waiting at the curb, Peter

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

door closed behind us, Sean rounded on me. "Well? We're home now. Let's hear it. What

going on." 1 snapped, hanging

been a friend when I needed one.

Sean's laugh was harsh. "Is that

he touches you every chance

of

"You're my wife!"

you ever fulfilled

he yanked me back and

that's the case, I'll fulfill my duties as your husband

Go fuck

Christina is pure e and innocent. She's nothing like

go of me. My voice shook

"No."

bringing my focus back to him. He's switched

one hand, his other sliding up my

With practiced ease he

and cups my breast, giving

tugging my shirt up before he bites at my nipple, then

the look on his face makes me suspect there will be more. Sean stares into my eyes as he unfastens my

and starts caressing my thighs. Then again, higher to start touching

me harder, circles my clit and flicks up over it

Sean tries pushing two