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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take care of you,

in Her body

both cool and burning inst my skin. Her body pressed against mine,

she was like a vine, wrapping herself around me. Her lips found mine, a taste

earlobe, her voice a low murmur against

belt buckle. I gasped,

clarity washed over

out." The words came out as

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

"GET OUT!

a finality that echoed through my chest. I

my glass shattering against the

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clear concern as

the next morning, my head

called to say he had to drive

don me, h

this." Mother's tone was sharp with barely contained fury, Sha

the office? You re the CEO of Shaw

way to the bar, fumbling for aspirin in the cabinet

"Angela's gone."

Mother's voice

like glass in

caused her enough pain

my mother, a bitter laugh escaping

I really hurt her, Mother? She never loved me-it was Christopher she

hurt someone never cared about me in

place?"

your head?"

held years of maternal

time off?

I swallowed the pills dry, wincing at the bitter taste. "The

state to

meeting, Father cut in.

I'm fine." My voice came out sharper

need to work."

in a haze

constantly mixing up appointments and

reminder of the precision with which Angela had managed

winds and swirling snow, the city dressed in holiday splendor

in Father's study, phone pressed to my ear as

residence." A maid's

like to speak with Mr.

long pause followed, then John Wilson's cool

I cleared my throat. "I wanted

Angela is

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