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 door behind me.

for 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 by my physical condition but by

for how long now?"

his watch, "About two hours,

of

hesitated. "But

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Chapter 138: Secret Escape

there something wrong with eating

arrange it immediately, he replied,

race down the glass, Test. That's all she termed to want rest

me.

in the hallway, Stepping out

rung several times, but there's no

ender was saying.

my chest. I yanked open iny

problem?" I asked, eyeing the food cart parked outside

brought the meal you ordered, but it seems

aliony

with each tone.

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

you're awake, could you please open the door? Mr. Shaw has arranged lunch

won't be necessary, Thomas Thank you for

hit me like a physical blow. Left?

Thomas stammered,

my way back to New York. Please let

the phone from Thomas's hand.

on the Ine, so

to mean?" I fought to keep my anger to

was just a transaction between us, remember? I told you at the hospital-I only came to see Elizabeth. Now that I've fulfilled

supposedly unwell and needing rest?" I gritted out, my fingers tightening around

for twenty minutes. Is that a problem?" Her casual dismissal made

for me

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

returning to New York puts you beyond my reach?" The threat slipped out before I