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.

this. Shouldn't he be happy

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

I rose, slipping past him without a

clung to him walled between us, achingly intimate yet somehow

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different tow, though nothing had physically changed, Sarah granted ma a steaming cup.

a small

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

Everything else could stay.

had no

James,

the building

approached me as I waited for the elevator.

warmth, "I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to give you your

year."

delicate hand-drawn sketch of Sean and me, arms

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

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Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's

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moment from happier days, captured

on it for a while, James explained, a hint of pride in his

carefully tucking the card into my

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

to tell him that the couple in his drawing no longer existed, that the woman who smiled so trustingly up at her husband was already

the elevator doors closed between us, would probably be the only proof of my two-year

what had been our bedroom one last time, I allowed myself a moment to remember: morning light streaming through

for work.

bitter and sweet, wrapped in silk

everything before me into a soft, indistinct haze of colors

me back with the comfort of

need to leave for

cozy kitchen. "Not forever, just...

were soft with sympathy. "I've

th his usual quiet grace, though something in his expression suggested news beyond

he said without preamble. He

understanding" He settled into a chair, his amber eyes meeting

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

for my journey, her movements betraying the

need something for the flight," she insisted, tucking