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.

situation could escalate, I

fitted riding gear, and I

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

replied, clearly pleased

it."

after the race, we can discuss the investment proposal

immediately, offering his

stable hands led out two magnificent horses-a

Thoroughbred. Their imposing size

apprehension.

"There's a red flag

to retrieve it

effortlessly mounted the black Arabian. His movements

he'd done

closer to him, seemingly eager for the opportunity to ride together. Meanwhile, Tristan

front of us, blocking our

his eyes fixed on

him. This was about business-my company's

get on," Sean repeated, his authoritative tone

even the club staff.

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chin. "You're mistaken, Mr.

his Arabian, the powerful animal releasing a piercing neigh as it

me.

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

arm shot out, gripping my waist. With one powerful motion, he hoisted me up onto his

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

on the saddle. Once we'd stopped a short distance

hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded, though my fingers still gripped his arm tightly, feeling the taut muscles beneath

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