The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 95

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex Wife

Chapter 95: She Left You, But I'm Still Here-1

The amber liquid in my glass caught the rity fights streaming throng the floor to ceiling windows of my share or office casting dancing shadows as the polished mahogany desk

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I couldn't remember how many drinks I'd had. Threw? For? The Peter had left before degtingslygynow

↑ My phone lay silent and dark beside me. Christopher finally answered my call after dozens of attempts. His voice came through told

and distant, each word deliberately chosen to wound.

"If Angela wanted you to know where the was," he said with calculated indifference, “she would tell you herself. Clearly, she doesn want you to know where she is or who they with. It's no longer any of your concern

His mockery cut deep, reminding me yet again that I had lost her-perhaps forever.

The door creaked open behind me. Soft footsteps approached from behind, quiet but deliberate against the hardwood floors. Fo moment, my alcohol-addled brain played a cruel trick. I could almost smell Angela's signature lily of the valley perfume, could almost feel her presence.

"Sean?

The voice was wrong-

Too high, too breathy. But in my drunken haze, I reached out anyway, pulling the fizi

"Don't go," I whispered, burying my face in soft hair that should have smelled of lily of the valley but didn't. "Please, just don't

Arms wrapped around me, eager and insistent where they should have been gentle and hesitant. I'm here, Sean. I'll never leave

you.

Something felt wrong. The height, the scent, the way she pressed against me-all wrong. I pulled back slightly, forcing my ey focus

Red hair gleamed in the dim light where there should have been midnight black. Christina's face smiled up at me, her lips parted Invitingly as she leaned in.

"I'm sorry..." I shoved her away, perhaps harder than I meant to, sending her stumbling back against my desk.

The night was a blur, the alcobol numbing my senses as I stumbled back into my empty apartment, haunted by memories of Angela. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. opened the door, and Christina stood before me.

"Christina? What are you doing here?" I slurred, my y voice thick with whiskey.

I heard about you and Angela..." she trailed off, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and something else I couldn't quite decipher.

Overwhelmed by grief, I pulled her into a hug, muttering Angela's name. Christina didn't resist, letting me hold her until I snapped back to reality, realizing it wasn't Angela in my arms.

I pushed her away, a mix of guilt and confusion washing over me. In sorry, I..."

"Its okay,” she whispered, a glint of something mischievous in her

She stepped closer, her fingers tracing a line down my chest, lingering at the open buttons of my shirt. Her gaze was intense, a blend of desire and something predatory

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re drunk, you need someone to take care of you,

in Her body

inst my skin. Her body pressed against mine, the soft swell of her breasts a stark contrast to

to pull away, but she was like a vine, wrapping herself around

at my earlobe, her voice a low murmur against my

hand moved lower, undoing my belt buckle. I gasped, a shiver running

then, clarity

words came out as a

Christina's voice cracked with hurt. "Why are you pushing me away? She's gone! Angela left you, but

"GET OUT!

that echoed through my chest. I collapsed back into my chair, the

my glass shattering against the wall surprised even me

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of the Billionaire's

95: She Left You,

clear concern as I stumbled into

foyer the next morning,

say he had to drive you

don me, h

contained fury, Sha

at the office? You re the CEO of Shaw Group,

my way to the bar, fumbling for aspirin in

"Angela's gone."

where?" Mother's voice

the country. The words felt like glass in my throat.

caused her enough pain

a bitter

She never loved me-it was Christopher she

have hurt someone never cared about

place?"

your head?"

Sean." Mother's sigh held years of

time

the bitter taste. "The

state to

the board meeting, Father cut in.

came out sharper than

need to work."

that followed blurred together in a

frustratingly incompetent, constantly mixing up appointments

a sharp reminder of the precision with which Angela had

swirling snow, the city dressed in holiday splendor that felt like a mockery of

study, phone pressed to my ear as

maid's crisp voice

is Sean Shaw. I'd like to speak

followed, then John Wilson's cool voice came through,

my throat. "I wanted to wish

Christmas. And if Angela is there

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