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.

Angela that I'd spent weeks selecting it, even

her evening gowns-dozens of them, each carefully chosen for various

galas.

Valentino shed worn to last year's Metropolitan Opera gala. She'd been radiant that night, drawing admiring glances from New York's elite

climbers.

face glowed with a mix of nervousness and something else something I'd been too blind to

exchanged rings, how she'd

by the lingering traces of her presence-the subtle scent of her lavender body wash still clinging to the pillows, the dog-eared novel on her nightstand marking the page shed

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like a precise dut, small

The weight of my choices-every moment I'd chosen Christina

in my hand as I pulled up Angela's number. I'd They're taking up space. If

that might at least get her to

the

call went straight

the words carefully: "You left

rown out."

as I switched to Christopher's number, only to receive the same response. The image

the room, taking grim satisfaction in the crack of its impact

Morning brought no relief.

creating a void that even the

she'd organize my schedule with quiet efficiency, anticipating my needs before I

I called out,

need you to

do that, Mr. Shaw." He placed two folders

movements.

"I'm here t

submit my resignation, effective

mind struggled to process this latest

gestured to the second folder. "Mrs. Wilson prepared this transition guide before her departure. She's outlined all ongoing projects

name. “She promised to stay on

interrupted, his usual deference giving way to

an exceptional wife but an