The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 93

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex Wife

Chapter 93: The Last Goodbye-1

Angela POV

Manning sunlight filtered through Sophia's guest room curtains, racing unfamilia emperary keď

My phone burred on the nightstand, and I felt my henit stutter at the tight of Sean name itheminating the sermon.

When will you come get your things? His voice carried an edge I couldn 1 quite name hitterness, perhaps, ce regret.

Ill stop by this afternoon." I replied, fighting to keep my voice steady. Unless that's inconvenient for you?

Do whatever you want." The line went dead before I could resprind.

1 pressed my fingers against my temples, fighting back the familiar ache that seemed to accompany every interaction with Sean

these days.

The day ahead loomed large-Elizabeth was expecting my visit, and then there was the d married life-into whatever pieces 1 could bear to take with me.

daunting task of packing up two years of

The hospital corridor stretched longer than usual as I made my way to Elizabeth's room. Her face brightened when she san though I caught the concern shadowing her eyes.

"You look tired, dear," she observed, patting the space beside her bed "Come, tell me about your day."

I settled into the familiar chair, sharing small stories about Sophie's cat knocking over a vase, about the barista who always remembered my order-anything except the truth weighing heavy on my chest.

Elizabeth listened with that knowing smile that had always made me wonder how much she really understood.

"You know," she said softly as her eyes began to drift closed, "sometimes the bravest thing we can do is admit when something isn t working. She squeezed my hand gently before sleep claimed her.

I sat there a moment longer, watching the peaceful rise and fall of her chest.

The sound of footsteps in the doorway made me

e turn-Sean stood there, his expression unreadable.

Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his usual impeccable appearance seemed somehow diminished, as if he hadn't been sleeping well.

He opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again, whatever words he'd meant to say dying before they reached his lips.

odd, seeing him like this. Shouldn't he

made her feelings about Christina crystal clear, Perhaps that was

eyes met briefly before I rose, slipping past him

always clung to him

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off, The penthouse felt different tow, though nothing had physically changed, Sarah granted ma a steaming

with a small smile. "But Mr. Wilson is fine

purpose, collecting only what I couldn t bear to leave behind my mother's jeestry I

Everything else could stay.

and I had no desire to strip

James,

the building

I waited for the elevator.

hope you don't mind, but I wanted to give you your

year."

hand-drawn sketch of Sean

busing detail was remarkable-the way Sean's hand rested protectively

Chapter Comments

of the

The Last

moment from happier days, captured in gentle

a while, James explained, a hint of pride in his voice. "I

the

words caught slightly in my throat, but I managed to keep my

him that the couple in his drawing no longer existed, that the woman who smiled so trustingly up

I thought as the elevator doors closed between us, would probably be the only proof of my two-year marriage that I'd take

moment to remember: morning light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, quiet Sunday

for work.

memories, both bitter and sweet, wrapped in silk and cashmere

a soft, indistinct haze of colors and shapes-as if the room itself was fading away, just

me back with the comfort of friendship

to leave for a while,

in her cozy kitchen. "Not forever, just...

with sympathy.

He entered th his usual quiet grace, though something in his expression suggested news

saw your father yesterday," he said

understanding" He settled into a chair, his amber eyes meeting

this time of year. If you're interested

herself with packing snacks for my journey, her movements betraying the emotion she was

something for the flight," she