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.

as odd, seeing him like this. Shouldn't he be

crystal clear, Perhaps that was the source of

rose, slipping past

always clung to him

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tow, though nothing had physically changed, Sarah granted ma a

a small smile. "But Mr.

mother's jeestry I moved through the rooms cherished books, the cashmere sweater I'd

Everything else could stay.

just things, after all, and I had no desire to

James,

the building

for the

formal warmth, "I hope you don't mind,

year."

hand-drawn sketch of Sean and me,

Sean's hand rested protectively at my elbow, the

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from happier days, captured in gentle

a hint of pride in his voice. "I hope you

the card into

in

him that the couple in his drawing no longer existed, that the woman who

would probably be the only proof

morning light streaming through floor-to-ceiling

for work.

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

indistinct haze of colors and shapes-as if the room itself

back with the comfort of

think I need to leave for a while, 1 admitted as

in her cozy kitchen. "Not

were soft with sympathy.

th his usual quiet

yesterday," he said without preamble. He sends his

into a chair,

this time of

journey, her movements betraying

flight," she insisted, tucking homemade