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.

loomed ahead, its limestone facade stark against

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

courthouse steps.

"I must remind you that this dissolution agreement is irreversible

straight, my voice steady. "We understand, Your Honor.

gaze on me but refused

turning page marking another step

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

Sean's Mont Blanc pen

strokes. No hesitation, no last-minute

metal against paper, marking the

or should I

say, Ms. Wilson?"

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weight suddenly significant in my hand. For moment, I allowed myself

me during

quiet moments in

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

cartled nn celebration. "You are now legally separated. The divorce will be finalized in three months, assuming no

hurried past with coffee cups clutched ingloved hands, and couples

turning to face Sean

flickered in his eyes - regret? Anger? I couldn't

then turned and descended the steps without looking

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is tall figure

alone, watching his tall figure disappear into the

maintained throughout the proceedings

short, sharp gasps

do with the cold.

lips, fighting back the

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