The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 135: Wash Me Off Her Skin-2

And at the airport, hearing her on the phone with Christopher, lang ng like that, so easy and light in a way she never was with me mymore I'd lit a huse i couldn't put out.

I'd wanted to clalim het, to måke her mine again, to erase him from fer vnler, her smile, her life,

1 shifted in my seat, the ache in my chest tightening. I didn't regret not entirely. But the way she'd looked at me after, the fury in her eves as she'd slapped me, that cut deeper than I wanted to adhit.

By the time the p

plane touched down in Grandinn Elizabeth's sleepytle hometown, the sky was pitch black.

The cemetery was long closed, its gates lacked tight until morning. Angela and I would have to wait to visit the grave, so Thomas had arranged for us to crash at a hotel nearby.

My muscles ached as I stepped off the jet, the cold night air biting my skin through my still-damp shirt. I wanted a shower, a drink, and about twelve hours of sleep- but I knew none of that would come easy with Angela around.

with creaky floors and dim lighting. He checked us in, handing

he said, tossing her a quick glance. "Figured it'd be

narrowing. "No," she said, her ce flat but firm. "I'll take your room, Thomas.

with me."

in my

the keycard from Thomas's hand without even looking at

"Angela-

was already moving, brushing past me like I was nothing. I stood there, rooted to the spot in the middle of the lobby,

I didn't buy it. Tired didn't explain the lee in her voice, the way she couldn't even stand the thought

sure," I muttered, grabbing my y

room.

hands curled into fists as I climbed the stairs, the weight of her rejection

all she wanted-swap rooms, ignore me, pretend I didnt exist-but it wouldn't change what had happened. It wouldn't change the way

I pushed open t

door to my room, the faint scent of old wood and lavender hitting me as I stepped inside. The bed was neatly made, the curtains drawn tight against the night, but I didn't care

bag by the door and sank onto

of the mattress, my head

should've let her go five years ago.

er stay gone.