The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Secret Escape

POV

The rain dripped from my hair as I stared out the windows of the torch car, watching the dreary landscape scroll past in a blur of grays and muted greens, Angela sat across from me, wrapped in my jacket, her skin still too pale after her collapse at the cemetery

I couldn't understand her anger back their, et accusation ringing in my ears: "If it weren't for you, I never would have left. Elizabeth." What the hell did that even mean:

Five years ago, she was the one who told me she loved Christopher Bake. I still remember that moment with painful clarity- standing in our living rooms, her eyes avoiding mine as she said thour words that shattered everything: "I love him. I love Christopher,"

Yes, technically I was the one who suggested we go to court to finalite the divorce, but what choice did she leave me? She'd already decided to replace me.

And now she had the audacity to act like I was the villain in our story? Like I was the reason she missed saying goodbye to Elizabeth? What right did she have to place that guilt on me?

The car pulled up to the hotel, and Thomas rushed forward with an umbrella, helping Angela inside while I followed, my clothes still soaked through despite the towel I'd used earlier.

Once back in my hotel suite, 1 peeled off my wet clothes and stepped into a scalding shower, trying to wash away both the physical chill and the confusion clouding my mind.

After changing into dry clothes, I picked up my phone, staring at Angola's contact.

Despite my irritation, I found myself tapping out a message: Lunch in thirty minutes?

Her response came quickly: No, I need to rest. Thank you,

it the door, then entered when I

I tossed the phone onto the bed, frustration building beneath my ribs. Thomas knocked tentatively at

called out.

"Ms. Wilson declined the lunch invitation?" he asked carefully, quickly pocketing his phone when he saw my expression.

"She says she needs to rest," I replied, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

Thomas nodded.

led sympathetically. "She's had a difficult morning, sir. The emotional strain of visiting Mrs. Shaw's grave, plus her fainting spell... Perhaps she genuinely needs the rest?"

the bedroom and closed the door behind me. If she wanted space, fine. I'd give

was still on a restricted diet, I'd graduated from bland soups to more substantial fare. I picked at the grilled chicken and

resting for how long now?" I asked, breaking the

checked his watch,

the twist of hunger in my stomach that had nothing to do

"But

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Chapter 138: Secret Escape

with eating belore testing?

course not. I'll arrange it

all she termed to want rest

me.

heard voices in the hallway, Stepping out of my

rung several times, but there's

ender was saying.

slithered through my chest. I yanked open iny disur nd stopped into the

eyeing the

ordered, but it

he offered, aliony

with each tone.

clearly

Wilson, have you rested well?" Thomas asked carefully. "If you're awake, could you please open the door? Mr. Shaw has arranged lunch to be delivered to

Thomas Thank you for your concern, but

blow. Left? After

Wilson, you- Thomas stammered,

way back to New York. Please

snatched the phone from Thomas's hand. "What did you just

the Ine,

I fought

at the hospital-I only came to see

unwell and needing rest?" I gritted out,

I rested for twenty minutes. Is that a problem?" Her

me there,

possible, Mr. Shaw, I've already purchased my ticket and will be departing shortly. Even if you came now, you wouldn't make it in

you think returning to New York puts you beyond my reach?"