The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 222

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 222: He Even Remembered My Cycle Angela POV

It wasn't Christopher at all.

David Chen stepped through the doorway, and relief washed over me

'David! I rushed forward. "Thank goodness you're okay. I was so worried that

I stopped short when I saw his expression. His eyes were cold, his posture rigid as he took a step back, maintaining distance

between us.

"Mrs. Wilson," he said, his voice as detached as his gaze. "I've been waiting for you."

Confusion replaced my initial relief. This wasn't the same David who had risked everything to help us escape.

"David, what's going on?" I asked cautiously. "Where's Christopher?

"Mr. Blake isn't here, he replied, his tone formal and impersonal.

My stomach tightened. "Then where is he? And Sean-what has he done with Sean?"

David didn't answer. Instead, he extended his hand, offering me a phone. "Mr. Blake wishes, to speak with you."

I took the phone with trembling fingers, pressing it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Angela." Christopher's smooth voice filled my ear, sending a chill down my spine despite the Mediterranean warmth.

"Where's Sean?" I demanded, skipping any pleasantries.

a hint of amusement in his tone. "Sean is comfortable-well, as comfortable as his condition allows-on another one of my islands. Not far

to see

arranged a private flight. Once you arrive at my residence, Sean will be

know he's even alive?" My

said, the words making my skin crawl, "I've instructed David to

photograph.

ended the call and turned to David. "I want

produced a tablet. He unlocked

on what appeared to be a luxurious hospital bed, his face ashen, his torso wrapped

in my throat. "What happened to him? Did Christopher do this?

hand from his arm with cold precision. "Mrs. Wilson, I don't have

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to ask Mr.

back, I demanded, reaching for it. "I need to speak with him

slipping the phone into his pocket. "Mr. Blake said he will

we leave?" I asked,

"Tomorrow," David replied.

echoed incredulously. "That's not

"This way, Mrs. Wilson. Your former suite has

any sign of the compassionate man who had helped us escape. His face remained impassive as he opened the

should leave immediately," he said flatly. "Their continued presence could jeopardize Mr. Shaw's

I said quietly before he could leave. "What happened to

something flickered in his eyes-pain, perhaps, or regret- before the emptiness

Mrs. Wilson," he said, closing the door behind

***

Sean's bloodied bandages haunted me each time I closed my eyes.

my way to the kitchen. In the wine cellar, I selected an expensive bottle of Bordeaux that Christopher had once described as his favorite. I'd barely uncorked it

be drinking at this