The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 91: Enjoy Your Freedom

Angela Pov

The morning air bit through my thin blazer: I stood beside Sean Bentley in the private parking garage of our Park Aven

apartment.

My breath formed delicate clouds in the frigid December air, a reminder of how quickly the sea

seasons had charged. Just like

Sean opened the passenger door with mechanical precision, his movements deliberately lacking their usual protective warmth.

As I slid into the leather seat, I noticed the temperature controls set to their lowest setting despite the winter chill.

A small cruelty, perhaps, but one that spoke volumes about his current state of mind.

The Bentley putted to life, its powerful engine the only sound breaking the heavy silence between us.

As we merged onto Park Avenue, I watched the city prepare for Christmas- storefront windows dressed in holiday splendor, wreaths adorning elegant doorways, twinkling lights strung across bare tree branches.

The festive atmosphere felt like a mockery of our current mission.

We maintained our silence as the car wound through the city streets.

We passed couples walking hand in hand, shopping bags swinging between them, faces bright with holiday cheer.

I forced myself to look away, focusing instead on the folder in my lap containing our divorce papers.

Two years of marriage reduced to a handful of legal documents.

County Supreme Court building loomed ahead, its limestone facade stark against the

keys to the vallet with practiced d ease, maintaining a careful distance from me as we

courthouse steps.

agreement is irreversible once finalized. Your joint assets and

voice steady. "We

Sean's gaze on me but refused

our paperwork, each turning page marking another step toward freedom – or emptiness, depending on how you looked

well." The judge's voice carried years of witnessing similar scenes.

Sean's Mont Blanc pen

with decisive strokes. No hesitation, no last-minute change of

scratch of metal against paper, marking the end of

or should I

say, Ms. Wilson?"

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Enjoy Your

in my

me during

moments

comfort His presence during Elizabeth's surgery. Then I

nn celebration. "You are now legally separated. The divorce will be finalized in

snapped photos of the courthouse's grand architecture, office workers hurried past with coffee cups clutched ingloved hands, and couples strolled by arm in arm, their laughter carrying on

quietly, turning

but something flickered in

said flatly, then turned and descended the steps without

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is tall figure

tall figure disappear

throughout the proceedings

short, sharp gasps

do with the cold.

lips,

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