The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 123

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 123: You Still See Me As Nothing But A Commodity?

Angela Pov

The next morning. I found Christopher already in the kitchen, preping breakfast for the children. He'd woken up early to make pancakes and set out fresh full.

"Good morning," he smiled, pouring me a cup of coffer. I thought give you a break. Mornings with kids can be hectic."

As we finished breakfast, Christopher offered, "Let me take the chillen to school today."

"That's not necessary." I replied quickly. "You must have your own

our own affairs to attend to."

Christopher gently took my wrist, his eyes searching mine. "I know you can't fully accept me yet, hot at least give me a chance, won't you?

His words caught me off guard. I thought of what Aria had said yesterday about being teased at school for not having a father.

Perhaps letting Christopher play temporary dad wasn't such a bad idea. But a wave of guilt followed immediately was I using him?

It didn't seem fair to Christopher to let him fill a role when my feelings remained so complicated.

"Fine, you can take them to school today," I finally agreed. "I happen to have an important meeting this morning anyway."

As I watched the three of them leave together, Ethan walking close to Christopher while Aria skipped ahead, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was crossing a line I'd promised myself I never would.

The gleaming doors of Lawrence Capital reflected my tense expression as I approached. I'd rescheduled my meeting with Tristan after yesterday's debacle, determined to secure the investment my fledgling company needed.

I knocked firmly on the office door, mentally rehearsing my pitch one more.

"Come in," called a deep, familiar voice from inside.

My hand froze on the doorknob. That voice-I'd recognize it anywhere. Sean.

I pushed the door open and felt my face drain of color. Sean Shaw sa behind Tristan's desk, his emerald eyes fixed on me with predatory intensity. My initial shock quickly transformed into burning frustration.

Without a word, I turned to leave.

even staying to

Sean's voice stopped me in

paused, remembering why I'd come. My

turned back, my voice glacial.

him to discuss business? Seeking investment?" Sean's tone was

have betrayed me, because his eyes narrowed with

stated flatly. "If you want

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necessary, Implied,

afraid to offend you, I can find other

darkened, his voice dropping to a frosty timbre, "thout my approval, who do you think will

sabotage me?" I demanded,

you," he countered, "or are you desperately trying to erase any connection between

frowned. "We don't have any

curved his lips. "Is that so? Two years together-kiting, embracing, sharing a bed-and somehow we have no connection

from anger and humiliation. My lips parted,

his life, how day he pursue me this way? Hadn't he caused enough damage

toward me, backing me against the wall, his arm blocking my

snapped inside me. My palm connected with his cheek before I'd even registered the

impact, shock evident in his expression. When he

him again with my free hand. "Seen, don't you

He froze, staring at

I seized the an

him away, turning quickly toward

accusation, "you just walk away, Your heart is

aloud. Who was he to talk about cruelty? He had rejected our children, filed

"Dan't yo

anything?" he pressed. "Not even

me mid-step. Elizabeth. My

misses you," Sean

my resolve. I'd thought of Elizabeth countless times over the years, had almost called her so many times. But I

to keep my voice steady despite my burning eyes. "From the moment our divorce was finalized, she

motionless, seemingly stunned

twisted into a sardonic smile. "Is that so? Well, I'll be