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 be with Christina

Christina crystal clear, Perhaps that was the source of his obvious exhaustion-caught between his mother's expectations and his

I rose,

clung to him walled between us, achingly

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93: The Last

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

a small smile. "But

I couldn t bear to leave behind my mother's jeestry I moved through the rooms cherished books, the cashmere sweater I'd worn

Everything else could stay.

I had

James,

the building

I waited for the elevator.

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

year."

hand-drawn sketch of Sean and

we walked through the busing detail was remarkable-the way Sean's hand rested protectively at my elbow, the slight tilt

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from happier days, captured in

a hint of

the card

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

longer existed, that

card, I thought as the elevator doors closed between us, would probably be the

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

for work.

of memories, both bitter and sweet, wrapped in

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

apartment welcomed me back with the comfort of friendship

need to leave for a while, 1 admitted as we

cozy kitchen. "Not forever, just...

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

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

He settled into a

this time of year. If you're interested in a

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

need something for the flight," she insisted, tucking homemade cookies