The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Missing Her Again

Sean POV

The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, casting long shadows across the desk where financial reports lay untouched. I'd been staring at the same page for twenty minutes, my mind elsewhere.

Yesterday afternoon, I waited for Angela until 9 PM. Then my mother, Victoria, called, urging me to attend a dinner banquet. I had intended to cancel, but she insisted-it was crucial for a key quarterly business deal.

Before departing, I had made sure to leave my phone number with that woman called Olivia.

"If Angela comes back, tell her I want to see her," I had instructed, my voice betraying none of the urgency I felt. "This is my personal number. Contact me immediately if you hear anything."

The memory of waiting in that brownstone, so close yet so far from Angela, had kept me awake most of the night. Five years of searching, and she had slipped through my fingers again.

Thomas knocked softly before entering my office. "Mr. Shaw, your car is ready. Your lunch appointment is in forty minutes."

"I'll be leaving now," I replied, rising from my chair and adjusting my tie. "I prefer to arrive early."

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The private dining room door had just opened, I turned immediately, hope rising in my chest only to be crushed when Olivia entered alone.

"Mr. Shaw, hello," she greeted warmly, approaching with a confident smile. “I didn't expect you to arrive so early."

I didn't bother returning her greeting, my eyes searching the empty space behind her. "Where is Angela?"

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Olivia's smile faltered. She set her designer handbag on the table, her expression a mixture of nervousness and awkwardness.

commitments." Olivia settled into a chair, gesturing for me to do the same. "But don't worry, I spoke

slight twitch at the corner of her mouth told me she had never mentioned to Angela about my desire to meet. She was

that?” I asked, my voice deceptively calm. "She specifically said

me?"

of course," Olivia replied, her fingers nervously adjusting her

cold laugh

suit jacket in one fluid motion. This

and I had

I said

called after me. "What about

slow my pace as I strode through

pulled out my phone

Angela Wilson," I instructed as I slid into the waiting car.

the car pulled away from the curb, I glimpsed Olivia rushing out of the restaurant, looking flustered. My phone rang moments later, her

my voice neutral despite my

was breathless. "Did I say something wrong? Is it because Angela couldn't come? I'm really sorry if I misled you, but the truth is, Angela moved out of my place last night with Christopher Blake. I couldn't exactly discuss you in

name, my body

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the information. My foot slammed onto the brake pedal, causing

the street. Horns blared around us

felt like acid on my

Christopher Blake," Olivia confirmed, oblivious to the chaos she had just caused. "They've known each other for years. He's been very supportive of

the man who had always looked at Angela with poorly disguised longing. Of course he

had their

Were they living together?

Had they married?

I hadn't seen any news about Christopher dating or marrying anyone.

were truly together, why would