The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 235

Ex-Wife

Chapter 235: 1 Promised To Stay, But I Never Promised I Would Love You

Angela Pov

I woke with a start, a nightmare leaving me in a cold sweat. The detalls quickly faded, but one comforting thought remained-Sean was safe, beyond Christopher's reach, hack in New York.

The bedroom door opened without a knock. Christopher entered, his expression carefully composed as he approached and sat on edge of my bed. His proximity made my skin crawl.

"How are you feeling this morning?" he asked, voice gentle hut eyes watchful. I turned away, fixing my gaze on the wall. The silence stretched between us. "Angola," he tried again. "The doctor is concerned about your condition.

o the

When I still didn't respond, something in Christopher snapped. His hand shot out, gripping my chin and forcing me to face him. His fingers dug into my skin.

"Why won't you speak to me?" he demanded, his carefully constructed Cacade cracking. "Is it my face? Can't stand the sight of me Or do you think you're too good to even speak to me?"

"Let go," I said, my voice low and steady despite the fear coursing through me...

"Answer me, Angela!" His eyes burned with intensity. "Do you hate me that much? So much you can't even speak a few words to

When I didn't answer, he leaned in suddenly, his intention clear. I reacted instinctively, shoving him away with all my strength... Christopher lost his balance, tumbling off the bed onto the floor.

I scrambled backward until my shoulders hit the headboard, heart hammering against my ribs. Christopher rose slowly, his expression a mixture of hurt and anger as he reached for me.

"Angela, I'm sorry-"

"Don't touch me!" I pressed myself against the headboard, desperate to maintain distance between us.

He halted mid-reach, then lowered his hand. "I lost control. It won't happen again."

Christopher ran his fingers through his hair, visibly collecting himself. "You need to eat something. You're growing weaker by the

day."

not hungry."

"That's not a choice anymore, he replied. "You've barely eaten in days."

I turned away again. "Leave me alone."

an agreement, Christopher said, his voice hardening. "You

to stay, I acknowledged, finally meeting his gaze. "But

landed like a physical blow between us, impossible to ignore.

that how it is?" he asked finally, his voice barely

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simply. "That show it

what felt

hour later, a mild arrived with a tray.

array of expertly prepared

with lemon buffer, roasted vegetaldes, fresh liread, and a

When the aroma reached be, bile or in my throat. I pressed my hand against my mouth and

pale and shaking, the

try to drink some water

the glass reluctantly, taking small sips. The

about half before departing with the

wafer back up. My throat burned, but the relief

a persistent dizziness

heard Christophers voice outside my door, questioning the maid about my condition. Their words

appeared to be moving in slow motion, I tried to focus

"Angela?"

voice sounded distant.

respond, but my legs suddenly gave way. The

meet me, then

tee on the bed, of

thinking me unconscious. Forcing her to

strand of hair from

never hated

let myself sink back into darkness rather than face

pulled

nothing physically wrong beyond the

a clinical voice stated. The

she eat? Christopher

the doctor explained patiently. "Mrs. Wilson is

something," Christopher insisted. "There must

not

a psychiatrist, not

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