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.

ahead, its limestone facade stark against the winter

handed the Bentley's keys to the vallet with practiced d ease, maintaining a careful distance from

courthouse steps.

began, her experienced eyes moving between us, "I must remind you that this dissolution agreement is irreversible once finalized. Your joint assets and business interests will be permanently divided

straight, my voice steady. "We understand, Your

on me but

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

voice carried years of witnessing similar

Sean's Mont Blanc pen

decisive strokes.

against paper, marking the end of

or should

say, Ms. Wilson?"

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pen, its weight suddenly significant in my hand.

during our first meeting at

quiet moments in

the silent comfort His presence during Elizabeth's surgery. Then

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

hurried past with coffee cups

I said quietly, turning to face Sean

blank, but something flickered in his eyes - regret? Anger? I

Treedom," he said flatly, then turned

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is tall figure

tall figure disappear

facade I'd maintained throughout the proceedings began to crack my

in short, sharp gasps

do with the cold.

my lips, fighting back the

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