The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 109

Chapter 109: This Is The Most Right Thing I've Ever Done

Angela POV

"Stop...that's not right..."

I pushed against him with all my strength, but he still didn't budge.

Instead, he shoved me against the bedroom wall, his body pressing into mine. In one swift motion, he grabbed my wrists with a single hand, lifting them high above my head and pinning them there.

I squirmed, but his grip was unrelenting, like steel holding me in place.

He leaned in close, his voice low and resolute.

"This is the most right thing I've ever done," he said. "I should've done it sooner."

His breath brushed against my skin as he locked his eyes on mine, intense and unyielding.

"Tell me you wit

this too, don't you?"

My heart pounded, and I turned my face away, unable to meet his gaze, afraid of what he

might see in my eyes.

о

He didn't wait for an answer. His lips found the left side of my neck, and he bit down lightly-right where Sean had kissed me earlier tonight.

The sensation was strange, a mix of sharp sting and warm pressure that sent shivers

racing through me.

My breath caught, and I clenched my jaw to stifle the sound threatening to escape.

It felt odd-too odd.

"Mama?"

Aria's small voice cut through the moment like a knife.

me, stepping back as we both turned

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when he had pushed me

stood there in her pink unicorn pajamas, her dark curls tousled

as she

awake?" I asked, my voice unsteady as I quickly adjusted

his rumpled shirt. "I should go,"

not meeting my eyes.

thirsty," Aria replied, rubbing her eyes as her gaze darted between us. "I

water."

the coffee table. "Goodnight, Aria," he said, his voice

toward the door, Aria tilted her head curiously. "Blake uncle, why were you kissing

cheeks burned with embarrassment. Christopher

for me to

saying goodnight, darling," I managed,

some water and back

kitchen while pointedly avoiding Christopher's gaze. I

that?" Aria asked innocently as I filled a small glass with

handed her the glass, watching as she took

“Let's get you back to

I retreated to my own room, my mind a whirlwind of confused emotions. I collapsed onto the

me despite

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filtered through the curtains when

My first coherent thought was

with

not bothering with slippers or a robe despite the February chill.

a solid form in the hallway. Christopher steadied me, his hands warm on my shoulders. "Whoa, careful," he said,

back, and my face quickly flushed

gaze.

neat- completely different from the wild, disheveled

move past him. "Is

he interrupted, his grip gentle but firm. "My