The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 205

Chapter 199

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 199: I Don't Need Your Sympathy

Angela POV

1 paced across the luxurious marble floors of my suite, stealing glances at the clock, Christopher had been absent for hours.

n their adjoining room

Aris and Ethan played quietly in

"Mommy, when can we go home? Ethan's small voice called from the doorway.

"Soon, sweetheart," I lied, forcing a smile. "Very soon.

My mind raced with possibilities

Christopher's sudden absence was concerning was he arranging for get another relocation?

Planning some new manipulation?

Whatever it was, his disappearance gave

precious time to s search or

or any means of communication or escape.

I reached for the door, intent on investigating the villa while he was away, when it swung open unexpectedly. Christopher stood before me, dressed in a casual linen suit I'd never seen before.

"Angela." My name on his lips carried an unmistakable note of joy.

"Where have you been?" I asked, keeping my voice deliberately cold

"Handling some urgent business matters." His smile remained unfaltering, as though my frosty reception couldn't touch him.

I ran my eyes critically over his new attire. "Business matters require a costume change?"

playful

existence.

1

I wear. I was

remain composed. "We need

gestured down the hallway, "Would you like to discuss

to

marble corridor lined, Christopher removed his linen jacket and draped it over my shoulders

be cool,"

was to shrug it off immediately-reject any pretense of intimacy between us. But

edge, offering an unobstructed view

might have been

about you,"

to face him directly.

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sharpened insotly.

"About your mother?

as his face hardened into an impenetrable

dropping to a

the privilege of

"Sean and I always considered

cold

glimpses of the wounded child

your approach to be based on sympathy, But now that you know-it was David who

wanting David to suffer for helping me. "It's

He reached toward my

tried a different approach. "Christopher, your past doesn't have to define

shadones -

past," he interrupted sharply.

I will never treat you the way my father treated my mather. I'll be a good husband to you,

presumption in his words

give you what you want. I

rejection, his mind seemingly unable to process it. "You've barely eaten today. You

genuinely communicate," I warned, "I'll refuse

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