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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need someone to take care

in Her body

my shirt, her touch both cool and burning inst my skin. Her body pressed against mine, the soft

tried to pull away, but she was like a vine, wrapping herself around me. Her lips found mine,

my earlobe, her voice a low murmur against my skin. Don't fight me, tonight, I be your

hand moved lower, undoing my belt buckle.

then, clarity

words came out as a

me away? She's gone! Angela left you, but I'm still here.

"GET OUT!

a finality that echoed through my chest. I

my glass shattering against the wall surprised even

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She Left You, But I'm

clear concern as I

foyer the next morning, my head pounding

Pete called to say he had to drive you home last night.

don me, h

sharp with barely contained fury, Sha rounded on

the office? You re the CEO of Shaw

bar,

"Angela's gone."

where?" Mother's

words felt like glass in my throat.

Says I've caused her enough pain

a bitter laugh

Mother? She never loved me-it was Christopher

How could I have hurt someone never cared about me in

place?"

your head?"

years of

time

pills dry, wincing at the bitter taste. "The Morrison merger needs attention, and the

state to

board meeting, Father cut in. "You're in no

voice came out sharper than intended. "I don't need time

need to work."

followed blurred together in a haze of meetings

replacement-his's cousin Thomas-proved frustratingly incompetent, constantly

mistake was a sharp reminder of the precision with which

city dressed in holiday splendor that felt like

phone pressed to

A maid's crisp

I'd like to speak with

John

I cleared my throat. "I wanted to wish you

Christmas. And if Angela is

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