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.

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what I wear. I was beginning to think

composed. "We need to talk, Christopher. Somewhere

course," He gestured down the hallway, "Would you like to discuss things

replied. "Let's go to the front terrace.

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

can be cool," he murmured, his voice

of intimacy between us. But David's

extended over the cliff edge, offering an unobstructed view of

been breathtaking. Now, it only emphasized

you," I said quietly,

to face him directly.

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sharpened insotly. "What about

"About your mother?

as his face hardened into

dropping to

the privilege of knowing my

and I

a short, cold laugh. "Is that

his struggle for composure, seeing glimpses of the wounded child

"because I didn't want your approach to be based on sympathy, But now that

clarified, not wanting David to

softened. "Angela, always so kind, even now. He reached toward my face, his fingers stopping

to define your future. Real friends can help you move

shadones -

the past," he interrupted sharply. "I'd rather not discuss it

never treat you the way my father treated

in his words

want. I won't give you what you

seemingly unable to

you continue refusing to genuinely communicate," I warned,

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