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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to take care of you, she

in Her body

skin. Her body pressed against mine,

vine, wrapping herself around me. Her lips found

earlobe, her voice a low murmur against my skin.

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

clarity

words came out as

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

"GET OUT!

her with a finality that echoed through my chest. I collapsed

of my glass shattering against the wall surprised even me

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concern as

next morning, my head pounding with

had to

don me, h

let me handle this." Mother's tone was sharp with barely contained fury, Sha rounded on me, her elegant features

thinking, thinking ymosell into a stupor at the office? You re the CEO

the bar,

"Angela's gone."

Mother's

country. The words felt like glass in my throat. "Sophie won't

Says I've caused her enough pain

turned to my mother, a bitter laugh escaping

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

someone never cared about me in

place?"

your head?"

held years of maternal exasperation. "Why don't

some time off?

the bitter taste. "The Morrison merger needs attention, and the board

state to

board meeting, Father cut in. "You're

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

need to work."

days that followed blurred together in a haze

Thomas-proved frustratingly incompetent, constantly mixing up appointments and filing reports

the precision with which Angela had

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

pressed to my ear as I listened to it

residence." A maid's crisp voice

like to speak

John Wilson's

throat. "I wanted

if Angela is there with

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