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.

him like this. Shouldn't he

remembered Victoria's stern disapproval, the way she'd made her feelings about Christina crystal clear, Perhaps that was

briefly before I rose, slipping past him without

clung to him walled between

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The

physically changed, Sarah granted ma a steaming cup. "Your favorite cinnamon apple tea, Mrs. Shaw. Or

I accepted the cup with a

I moved through the rooms cherished books, the cashmere sweater I'd worn

Everything else could stay.

I had no desire to strip the

James,

the building

approached me as I waited for the elevator. He

"I hope you don't mind, but I wanted

year."

hand-drawn sketch of

Sean's hand rested protectively at my elbow, the

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Pregnancy of the Billionaire's

93: The Last

happier days,

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

smiled, carefully tucking the card

James. Thank you." The words caught slightly in my throat, but I managed to keep

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

probably be the only proof of

one last time, I allowed myself a moment to remember: morning light streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows, quiet Sunday breakfasts on the terrace, the way Sean's cologne would linger in the air long

for work.

and sweet, wrapped in silk and cashmere and Egyptian

down my cheeks, blurring everything before me into a soft, indistinct haze of colors and shapes-as if the room itself was fading away, just like the life I had built

welcomed me back with the comfort of

think I need to leave for a while, 1

cozy kitchen. "Not forever,

soft with sympathy. "I've been expecting

the door announced Christopher's arrival. He entered th his usual quiet grace, though something in his expression suggested news beyond

saw your father yesterday," he said without preamble. He sends his

a

in Tuscany is empty this time of year. If you're interested in a change of

her

for the flight,"