The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 177

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 177: I'll Bear His Heir or Burn It All Down

Christina POV

My heart pounded against my ribs as I stood outside Sean's home, the cold night air biting through my coat.

This might be my last chance to salvage everything I'd worked for these past five years, I could feel it slipping away with each passing second.

When Sean's car had pulled up to the curb, I'd rushed forward without thinking.

“Sean, I'm sorry,” I rushed to explain, my voice cracking. “I shouldn't have kept it from you. But I had my reasons. Your marriage to Angela was just a business arrangement, but then she slept with you and got pregnant! I loved you so much- how was I supposed to accept that? I made a mistake because I loved you too much."

The words tumbled from my lips in desperate succession. Sean remained unmoved, his silence more damning than any accusation.

"Besides, I only deleted the text," I continued, grasping at straws. "I didn't do anything truly terrible to her. She still had the 4 children, didn't she? If you're willing, I could raise Aria and Ethan as my own. I wouldn't even have my own children. Please, Sean."

"My own children," he finally spoke, each word like ice, "don't need anyone else to raise them."

His eyes filled with a cold anger I had never seen before.

"If you hadn't saved my life in that yacht accident..." he said, his voice dangerously low, "if it weren't for that life debt..."

My blood ran cold. The unspoken threat hung between us-if not for my act of heroism that day, he wouldn't hesitate to destroy me and possibly the entire Jordan family.

had been my greatest leverage was now merely a

appear before me again," he finished, turning away and

on the sidewalk, trembling as the reality of my situation crashed over me. The doorman averted his eyes, pretending not to notice my

for what felt like hours, letting the

Angela Wilson burned hotter with each

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in my hotel suite, I collapsed onto the plush sofa, not bothering

of my failure. Five years of careful planning, of sacrifice and patience-all of it potentially

mother's face on FaceTime. I answered without

"Momm

out, my composure finally shattering

screen, quickly removing a silk facial mask, alarm replacing her usually serene expression. "What happened,

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I'll Bear His Heir or

disaster-Sean's cold dismissal, his knowledge of everything I'd done regarding the text message and my attempt to convince

for her guidance as I had been so many times

clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "You were too soft. You didn't handle the situation thoroughly enough back then. Otherwise, we wouldn't

from my cheeks. "Use what happened in the past to force her

her was for five years. She fulfilled her part of the bargain. What can you possibly say to her now? She

that I didn't try," I defended myself. "I never expected Sean would be so stubborn, waiting for her all this

eyes narrowing with calculation. "There's only one option left now. You need to find a way to

momentarily forgotten. "Have... have his child? What do you mean? How could I possibly do that? He won't even see me now. You don't understand... the way