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.

make it. She had... other commitments." Olivia settled into a chair, gesturing for me to do the same. "But don't worry, I spoke with her last

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

asked, my voice deceptively calm. "She

me?"

course," Olivia replied, her fingers nervously adjusting

cold laugh escaped

suit jacket in one fluid motion.

and I had

I said flatly, already heading

Olivia called after me. "What about lunch? I

didn't slow my pace as I strode through

diners. Outside, I pulled out my phone and dialed

I instructed as I slid into the waiting car. " Check all high-end hotels, starting with The Four Seasons and

car pulled away from the curb, I glimpsed Olivia rushing out of the restaurant, looking

keeping my voice neutral

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 front

of Christopher Blake's name, my

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information. My foot slammed onto the brake pedal, causing

of the street. Horns blared

felt like acid on

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

my business rival, the man who had always looked at

far had their relationship

Were they living together?

Had they married?

anyone. And I'd never seen Angela attending any of his

why would they keep it