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

to the vallet with practiced d ease, maintaining

courthouse steps.

is irreversible once finalized. Your joint assets and business interests will be permanently divided according to the terms outlined in your

straight, my voice steady.

me but refused

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

carried years of witnessing

Sean's Mont Blanc pen

with decisive strokes. No hesitation, no last-minute

of metal against paper, marking the end of

or

say, Ms. Wilson?"

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its weight suddenly significant in my hand. For moment,

at me during our

moments in

even the silent comfort His presence during Elizabeth's surgery. Then I signed, my signature as crisp and professional

cartled nn celebration. "You are now legally separated. The

Tourists 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

you," I said quietly, turning to

in his eyes - regret? Anger? I

turned and descended the steps without

1

is tall figure

tall figure disappear into the

maintained throughout the

gasps

do with the cold.

pressed my fingers against my lips, fighting back

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