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.

injecting as much derision into my voice as possible. "Has the mighty CEO of

jaw tightening. "Can't you hear

voice echoed in the empty parking garage, amplifying the tension between

I said with mock thoughtfulness, my tone deliberately provocative.

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want to start over? The great

chance?"

deliver

he had five

strategy. His lips curved into a knowing smile that sent a jolt of awareness

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

lips, the heat of his body

immediately froze,

makes you think I'd ever accept your

garage lighting cast harsh shadows across his

I continued, the old pain seeping into my voice

you wanted," he countered.

wish?" I repeated

darkened with hurt. "You called it 'just a normal physiological need.' As if what we shared meant

five million

was an investment," I shot back defensively. "I've already returned every

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investment account. I don't owe you