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.

way to the hotel, a small, quaint place with creaky floors and dim lighting. He checked us in, handing over two keycards-one for me,

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

"No," she said, her ce

with me."

in my chest. That's

cut me off, snatching the keycard from Thomas's hand without even looking at me. "I'm not

"Angela-

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

but I didn't buy it. Tired didn't explain the lee in her voice,

muttered, grabbing my y

room.

into fists as I climbed the stairs,

wouldn't change what had happened. It wouldn't change the way her

I pushed open t

me as I stepped inside. The bed was neatly made, the curtains drawn tight against the night, but I

by the

the mattress, my head in my

her go five years ago.

er stay gone.