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.

seeing him like this. Shouldn't he be happy now Free to

feelings about Christina crystal clear, Perhaps that was

briefly before I rose, slipping past him without

clung to him walled

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tow, though nothing had physically changed, Sarah granted ma a steaming cup. "Your favorite cinnamon apple tea, Mrs. Shaw.

accepted the cup with a small smile. "But Mr.

to leave behind my mother's jeestry I moved through the rooms

Everything else could stay.

were just things, after all, and I had no desire to strip the wallshare of my

James,

the building

for the elevator.

Shaw," he said with his usual formal warmth, "I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to give you your

year."

hand-drawn sketch

way Sean's hand rested protectively at

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happier days, captured in gentle

a while, James explained, a hint

carefully tucking the card into

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

couple in his drawing no longer existed,

between us, would probably be the only proof

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

for work.

sweet, wrapped in silk

blurring everything before me into a soft, indistinct haze of colors and shapes-as if the room itself was fading

with the comfort of friendship

I need to leave for a while,

her cozy kitchen. "Not

Her eyes were soft with sympathy. "I've been expecting

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

said

He settled into a chair, his amber eyes meeting

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

for my journey, her movements betraying the emotion she

for the flight," she insisted,