The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 174

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 174: Five Years of Lies Unraveled

Sean POV

I wheeled Angela toward her hospital room, the twins walking quietly beside us. Just as we approached the door, I spotted two familiar figures ahead-Christina and William.

They actually dared to show up here? After what happened last night?

The man had even tried to attack my child!

"Angela! How are you feeling? Is your injury serious?" Christina called out, her perfectly modulated voice echoing in the sterile

corridor.

Angela stiffened in the wheelchair. “Thank you for your concern. I'm fine.”

Christina's smile faltered slightly as she stepped closer, mouth opening to say more. I smoothly positioned myself between them, blocking her approach.

"The children need rest," I said firmly, guiding the wheelchair into the VIP room. Aria and Ethan slipped in beside their mother, both casting wary glances at the unwelcome visitors.

I stood at the threshold, my body effectively barring the entrance. Without another word, I closed the door in their faces, shutting out Christina's perfectly arranged expression of disappointment.

"Sean, what is this about? We just came to check on her. After last night's incident..." Christina's voice trailed off as we stood in the plush hospital corridor. "You've seen her now. You can leave." My tone left no room for negotiation.

Christina bit her lower lip, eyes glistening with practiced vulnerability. William stepped forward, his face flushed with indignation.

"What's your problem, man? We've been friends since college, and this is how you treat us? You're rude to me, fine but to Christina

too?"

His voice rose with each word. "Last night wasn't entirely my fault. Angela should apologize to Christina as well for-*

"What did you say?" I cut him off, my voice dropping dangerously low. "Say that again?"

William faltered momentarily before recovering his bravado. "Look, I know you're upset, but let's be realistic. You've been divorced from Angela for five years. Christina has been by your side all this time, and now-"

Christina tugged at his sleeve, playing the peacemaker. "It's okay. Angela is injured, and Sean should take care of her. It's the right

you're too kind! What does Angela's injury have to do with Sean? She shamelessly returned after five years with children,

didn't let him finish. My control snapped like a taut wire. In one fluid motion, I grabbed his silk tie and drove my fist into his face. Before he could recover, I landed another blow to

gasped, her carefully applied makeup creasing with genuine

in blind fury. I easily sidestepped his clumsy attack, my years of physical discipline evident as I pinned him against the marble floor of

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down," Christina pleaded, clutching my sleeve. "If you don't want

on William's chest, my voice barely above a whisper. "William West, I'm warning you-my personal affairs are

her as an excuse to interfere in my life. I'm letting you off easy because of

my grip for emphasis. "But if there's a

who lay disheveled on the floor, not a wrinkle marred

appearance.

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the corridor's corner,

but I genuinely came today because I was

seen her now, haven't you?" I

across her

never seem

the most dignified thing an

is understand when to stop. Why

you? You talk

you doing now? Aren't you

"That's between her

too..." Christina's voice softened. "Sean, I

for you."

cold smile touched my lips. "Fine. I won't ask you to give

panic momentarily cracking her perfect

but are you really without ulterior motives?" I challenged. "Why bring him to

so he could apologize,"

the right attitude. What

an apology but to investigate the progress of my relationship with

couldn't control his emotions," she

not true." My tone