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.

struck me as odd, seeing him like this. Shouldn't he be happy now Free to be with

Victoria's stern disapproval, the way she'd made her feelings about Christina crystal clear, Perhaps that was the source of his obvious exhaustion-caught between

I rose, slipping past him

citrus scent that always clung to him walled between us, achingly intimate yet

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granted ma a steaming cup. "Your favorite

Sarahs." I accepted the cup with a small smile.

couldn t bear to leave behind my mother's jeestry I moved through the

Everything else could stay.

had no desire to strip the wallshare

James,

the building

as I waited for the elevator. He held

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

year."

was a delicate hand-drawn sketch of Sean and me,

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

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from happier days, captured in gentle pencil

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

tucking the card into my

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

drawing no longer existed, that the woman who smiled so trustingly up at her

probably be the only proof of my two-year marriage that I'd

streaming through floor-to-ceiling

for work.

sweet, wrapped in silk and

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

apartment welcomed me back with the comfort

leave for a while, 1 admitted as

in her cozy kitchen. "Not forever,

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

usual quiet grace, though something in his expression

yesterday," he said without

understanding" He settled into a chair, his amber eyes

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

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

the flight," she insisted, tucking homemade cookies