The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 151

Chapter 151: That Night Wasn't an Accident

Angela POV

"Why can't you just admit you're pissed at me over another woman!"

Sean's accusation hit like a slap. I felt exposed, as if he'd peeled back my carefully constructed facade and revealed the raw hurt beneath. Yet even as I recognized the truth in his words, indignation flared within me.

"Don't flatter yourself," I replied coldly, trying to mask how his words had pierced me. "I'm not jealous. I simply despise men who can't remain faithful or constant."

My mind flashed unexpectedly to last month's charity auction. I'd spotted Sean across the ballroom, Christina Jordan clinging to his arm, her red lips curving into a possessive smile as she whispered something in his ear. The image burned in my memory, bringing a bitter

taste to my mouth.

"There's nothing between Christina and me," Sean insisted, his green eyes searching mine

with an intensity that made my breath catch.

Before I could snap back, his hands were on me-strong fingers curling around my hips, yanking me flush against him. My back hit the cool metal of the car as his body pinned

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"What do I have now, Angela?" he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "All I have

are these tiny changes in your demeanor to judge whether you still feel anything for me. Even if it's just a trace."

I remained rigid in his embrace, desperately fighting to maintain my composure. I felt like ice, frozen in his arms, unable to move away yet refusing to yield.

trying to say?" I challenged, injecting as much derision into

eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "Can't you

the empty parking

I said with mock

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divorce? You want to start over? The great Sean

chance?"

preparing the cutting rejection I would deliver when he admitted

he had five years

through my strategy. His lips curved into a knowing

I've made myself painfully obvious?" he asked softly. "Yes, you're right. I

lips, the heat of his body overwhelming my senses. Just as our lips nearly touched,

immediately froze, pulling

ever accept your

across his handsome features, highlighting

seeping into my voice despite my efforts to sound indifferent. "You initiated our divorce, Sean. You

you what you wanted," he countered. "Filing for divorce was fulfilling your

wish?" I

with hurt. "You called it 'just a normal physiological need.' As if

five million dollars in

shot back defensively. "I've

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the investment account. I don't owe you