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.

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 my

for how long now?" I asked, breaking the

watch,

the twist of hunger in my stomach

hesitated. "But Ms.

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Chapter 138: Secret Escape

with eating

not. I'll arrange it immediately,

all she

me.

in the hallway, Stepping out of my thoughts,

rung several times, but

ender was saying.

chest. I yanked open iny disur

I asked, eyeing the food cart parked outside Angela's

but it seems your friend I answering."

her," he offered, aliony dialing. The phone rang on speaker, and

with each tone.

through clearly-too clearly for someone

could you please open the door? Mr. Shaw has arranged lunch to be delivered to

won't be necessary, Thomas Thank you for your concern, but I've already left the

a physical blow. Left?

Ms. Wilson, you- Thomas stammered, looking as surprised I

back to New York. Please let

from Thomas's hand. "What

correctly. How convenient that you re already on the Ine, so Thomas doesn't need to relay the message." Her voice

supposed to mean?" I

only came to see Elizabeth. Now that I've fulfilled our agreement,

and needing rest?" I gritted out,

Is that a problem?" Her

me there, I

will be departing shortly. Even if you came now, you wouldn't make it in

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