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?"

nothing, just walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind

food to be delivered. While I was still on a restricted diet, I'd graduated from bland soups to more substantial fare. I picked at the grilled chicken and steamed vegetables, my appetite dampened not

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

his watch, "About two

her too, I instructed, ignoring the twist of

hesitated. "But Ms. Wilson

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Chapter 138: Secret Escape

eating

not. I'll arrange it immediately, he replied, reaching for

watching raindrops race down the glass, Test. That's all she termed to want rest from her company, rest from her responsibilities,

me.

later, 1 heard voices in the hallway, Stepping out of my thoughts, I moved to

rung several times, but there's no answer,

ender was saying.

my chest. I yanked open iny disur nd stopped into

eyeing the food cart parked outside

you ordered, but it seems your friend I answering." the

stepped forward, "I'll call her," he offered, aliony dialing. The phone rang

with each tone.

Angela's voice came through clearly-too clearly for someone who'd

could you please open the door? Mr. Shaw

you for your concern, but I've

words hit me like a physical blow. Left?

Wilson, you- Thomas stammered, looking as surprised

my way back to

phone from Thomas's hand. "What

correctly. How convenient that you re already on the Ine, so Thomas doesn't need to

is this supposed to mean?" I fought to keep my anger

between us, remember? I told you at the hospital-I only came to see Elizabeth. Now that I've fulfilled our agreement, I need

you supposedly unwell and needing rest?" I gritted out, my

that a problem?" Her casual

for me there, I

my ticket and will be departing shortly. Even if you came now, you

beyond my reach?" The threat