The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 117

Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Prove She Was Still Mine

Sean's POV

For two weeks, I hunted for her, tearing through every lead I could scrape together. Old friends, her favorite coffee shop, anywhere she might've left a trace.

Nothing.

Desperate, I even called Christopher, choking on the suspicion that she'd run to him, that they were together now.

The thought burned like acid, but he stonewalled me. "I don't know where she is," he said, flat and final, before cutting the line. I didn't know if he was lying, but it didn't matter-l

was still nowhere.

Then last night Tristan hit me up about some racetrack outing.

"Got a meeting with this woman-stunning, brilliant. She's launching a company, and I might invest. Come check it out." Tristan said excitedly over the phone.

I wasn't in the mood for his conquest stories.

"Not interested in your women, Tris," I said, "but I'll hear the pitch. Need something to

do."

He laughed, carefree as ever, and I figured a day out might dull the edge of my obsession.

I never saw it coming.

We got to the racetrack, the air thick with dust and horse sweat, and Tristan dragged me over to meet his "stunning founder."

There she was-Angela. My Angela.

She wore a fitted jacket and jeans that clung to her like a second skin, her dark hair glinting in the sun. When she turned and saw me, her face went pale, her mouth dropping open in shock.

It was almost satisfying, watching her squirm. Five years of nothing, and now she couldn't

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hide from me.

minutes of Tristan's chatter about her startup- some tech thing I didn't care about-she

race and bolted.

the changing room.

snap.

sharp, edged with

1. me.

closed the distance until she was backed against the wall.

like jasmine and memories, and it hit me like a

voice low and jagged with everything I'd held

warning, no goodbye.

flat against my chest, but it was useless-I wasn't

died as my hand slid up her side, brushing the swell of her

breath catching, and I couldn't stop myself. I lifted her shirt, my fingers sliding under the fabric and pulling

bra with a quick twist,

voice wavered, and her body didn't fight half as hard

her words did.

nudging between hers, feeling the

tell me to stop," I growled, my hand cupping her bare breast, thumb grazing her nipple until it stiffened under my touch. "Not after

me to rot."

wall, a shaky exhale slipping out as I

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harder now, watching her fight the

past the waistband of her underwear. She was already wet-slick and hot against my fingers-and it drove

me like

deep and deliberate, feeling her clench

a possessiveness I couldn't rein in. "You don't get to disappear and act like this

pull me away. I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them, and she bit her lip hard, a muffled

I couldn't wait anymore.

jeans and underwear down to her thighs. My

hard thrust. She gasped, her hands

me like

neck as I started moving, deep and relentless, claiming every inch of

pulsed around

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