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.

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

with practiced d ease, maintaining a careful

courthouse steps.

proceed,” the judge began, her experienced eyes moving between us, "I must remind you that this dissolution agreement is irreversible

kept my spine straight, my voice steady. "We understand, Your

me

our paperwork, each turning page marking

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

Sean's Mont Blanc pen

decisive strokes. No hesitation, no last-minute change

the scratch of metal against paper, marking the end

Shaw or should I

say, Ms. Wilson?"

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in my hand. For moment, I allowed myself to

at me during our first meeting at Wilson

moments in

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

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

bustle continued unalsjed. 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

you," I said quietly, turning to face Sean

expression remained carefully blank, but something flickered in his eyes - regret? Anger? I couldn't tell

flatly, then turned and descended the steps without looking

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is tall figure

watching his tall figure disappear

the proceedings began to

sharp gasps that had nothing

do with the cold.

pressed my fingers against my lips, fighting

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