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

vallet with practiced d ease, maintaining a

courthouse steps.

remind you that this dissolution agreement is irreversible once finalized. Your joint assets and

my voice steady. "We understand, Your Honor.

me

page marking another step toward

judge's voice carried years of witnessing

Sean's Mont Blanc pen

strokes. No hesitation, no last-minute change of

against paper, marking the

Shaw or should I

say, Ms. Wilson?"

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Enjoy

its weight suddenly significant in my

way Sean had looked at me during our first meeting at Wilson

moments in

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

now legally separated. The divorce will be finalized in three months,

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

I said quietly, turning to face Sean one last

remained carefully blank, but something flickered in his eyes - regret?

your Treedom," he said flatly, then turned

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is tall figure

his tall figure disappear into

the proceedings

gasps that had nothing

do with the cold.

my lips, fighting back the

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