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?"

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

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

how long now?" I asked, breaking the

checked his watch,

I instructed, ignoring the twist of hunger in my stomach that had nothing

"But Ms. Wilson

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Chapter 138: Secret Escape

with eating belore testing? Frut him

not. I'll arrange it immediately,

all she termed to want rest from her company, rest from

me.

Stepping out of my thoughts, I

but there's

ender was saying.

slithered through my chest. I yanked

eyeing the food

ordered, but it seems your

stepped forward, "I'll call her," he offered, aliony dialing. The phone rang on speaker, and my muscles

with each tone.

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

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

for

hit me like a physical blow. Left?

you- Thomas stammered,

back to New York.

snatched the phone from Thomas's hand.

on the Ine, so Thomas doesn't need to relay the message." Her voice was infuriatingly

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

told you at the hospital-I only came to see Elizabeth.

I gritted out, my

a problem?" Her casual dismissal

me

ticket and will be departing shortly.

you beyond my reach?" The threat slipped