The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 94

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex Wife

Chapter 94: When She's Gone

I stood in the private elevator for what felt like hours, my finger hovering over the penthouse button.

The thou

The thought of stepping into that empty space-knowing Angela wouldn't be there- made my chest tighten painfully.

No more gentle scent of her jasmine tea wafting through the halls, the soft click of her heels against the marble floors, no warm smile welcoming me home,

When I finally forced myself to press the button, each floor the elevant passed felt like another weight added to my shoulders.

The doors opened to reveal out-no, my penthouse now. Even the airtelt different, heavier somehow, as if the very space knew its

Sarah emerged from the kitchen, her usual warns smile replaced by careful neutrality. "Welcome home, Mr. Shaw Would you like

dinner?"

Did she

did she come back today?" I tried to keep my voice steady, though the words felt thick in my throat.

"Yes, Mr. Shaw," Sarah's voice was gentle, almost pitying. "Mrs. Shave came by this afternoon to collect some of her belongings." She hesitated, then added softly, "She didn't stay long."

I nodded curtly, loosening my tie as I strode toward our master suite. The bedroom door swung open silently, revealing a space that looked almost unchanged at first glance.

But the small absences began to register: her tablet missing from the bedside table, the vanity cleared of her elegant perfume bottles, the chair where she often sat to read now bare of her cashmere throw.

My eyes caught on something glinting on the dresser.

The check I'd written her lay untouched, alongside the platinum credit card Mother had insisted she keep "for emergencies." Beside them, catching the last rays of sunset through our floor-to-ceiling windows, lay her wedding ring.

I picked up the ring with trembling fingers. Michael had helped me choose it-a custom Cartier design with a cushion-cut diamond that had reminded me of starlight caught in crystal.

I'd spent weeks selecting it, even though our marriage was supposed to be

walk-in closet still held her evening gowns-dozens of them, each

galas.

radiant that night, drawing admiring glances from New York's elite while

climbers.

glowed with a mix of nervousness and

wed exchanged rings, how she'd smiled up at me with such trust

onto our bed, overwhelmed by the lingering traces of her presence-the subtle scent of her lavender body wash still clinging to

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like a precise dut, small but devastating

chest as I stared at the ceiling. The weight of my choices-every moment I'd chosen Christina over Angela, every time I'd dismissed her

up Angela's number. I'd They're taking up space. If

that might at least

the second. And

went straight to

words carefully: "You left

rown out."

the same response. The image of them together somewhere, deliberately

satisfaction in the crack of its

Morning brought no relief.

seemed off-kilter, Angela's absence creating a void that even the usual bustle of

office window, umembering how she'd organize my

out, my

"I need you to

can't do that, Mr. Shaw." He placed two folders

movements.

"I'm here t

submit my resignation, effective

struggled to process this latest betrayal.

he gestured to the second folder. "Mrs. Wilson prepared this transition guide before

at the mention of her maiden name. “She promised

interrupted, his usual deference giving

lost not only an exceptional wife but an invaluable executive