The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Riding the Same Horse

Angela POV

"Angela! Are you ready? The race is about to start!" Tristan's voice called through the door of the changing room.

I took several deep breaths, wiping away the last traces of tears. Focus, Angela. You're

here for Wilson Advisory Partners. This is about the future of your company-your

children's future.

What happened with Sean was a mistake. A momentary lapse. Five years of carefully rebuilding my life wouldn't be undone by one encounter, no matter how intense.

I yanked my arm from Sean's lingering grip. "Get out," I commanded, my voice shaking but

firm.

Sean studied me silently, his emerald eyes revealing a storm of emotions I refused to decipher. After what felt like an eternity, he adjusted his clothing and walked toward the door without another word.

Once alone, I hesitated. Part of me wanted to flee, but the rational side of my brain prevailed. Lawrence Capital's investment was too important. I couldn't sabotage a potential partnership because of personal complications.

I slipped into the riding outfit the club had provided-the smallest size available. It fit reasonably well, though it felt tight across my chest. Professional. Composed. That's what I needed to be.

Through the slightly ajar door, I glimpsed Tristan and Jessica approaching-likely coming to check on my "fall." Their steps faltered when Sean emerged from the direction of the women's changing area.

"Mr. Shaw?" Jessica's voice was high with surprise. "Why are you coming from there?"

Tristan looked puzzled, but Sean ignored them completely, his jacket draped casually over his arm as he strode past.

When Tristan moved toward the changing room, Sean's voice cut through the air like ice. "Where do you think you're going?"

Chapter 117: Riding the Same Horse

"To check on Angela. She might be hurt," Tristan explained, perplexed by Sean's sudden

interest.

escalate, I pushed

riding gear, and I felt

I assured Tristan with a practiced smile, walking directly toward him. "Though I should warn you—I've never ridden before.

Tristan replied, clearly pleased by

it."

proposal for Wilson Advisory Partners?" I added, maintaining my professional

agreed immediately,

stable hands led out two magnificent horses-a

imposing size made

apprehension.

staff member explained. "There's a red flag at the

to

mounted the black Arabian. His movements

confident-clearly he'd done

opportunity to ride together. Meanwhile, Tristan approached

directly in front of

eyes fixed

stood frozen, deliberately ignoring him. This was about

on," Sean repeated, his authoritative

even the club staff.

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"You're mistaken, Mr. Shaw. I'm

he surged forward on his Arabian, the powerful animal releasing a piercing neigh as

me.

us. Tristan shouted, "Shaw! Have you lost your mind?" and attempted to pull

powerful motion, he hoisted me up onto his horse in front

his jacket, terrified of falling. I'd never been on horseback before, and the animal's

the saddle. Once we'd stopped a short distance away, I found

my fingers still gripped his

trust Lawrence's riding? He broke two ribs at a charity event in the Hamptons last year. Wall Street Journal covered the 'incident-man can barely stay on a horse." Tristan had galloped up beside us, his face flushed with anger. "Shaw, what gives you the right to