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."

Christopher said, his voice hardening. "You promised

to stay, I acknowledged, finally meeting his gaze. "But Thever promised I would love

like a physical blow between us, impossible to ignore. Christopher's jaw tightened as he absorbed

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

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I replied simply. "That show

stood motionless for what felt like minutes,

a mild arrived

an array

roasted vegetaldes, fresh liread, and a delicada

When the aroma reached be, bile or in my throat. I pressed my hand against my mouth and bolted for the bathroom, retching painfully though my

pale and shaking, the maid watched with

Wilson, please try to drink some water

accepted the glass reluctantly, taking small sips. The maid hovered

before departing

the bathroom and forced the wafer

persistent dizziness

the maid about my condition. Their words became indistinct, underwater sounds that made no

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

"Angela?"

voice sounded distant.

mouth to respond, but my legs suddenly gave

to meet me,

and out of consciousness, aware of gentle hands placing tee on the bed, of a cool cloth wiping my forehead. Through my lashes, I glimpsed Christopher's worried face

he whispered, thinking me unconscious. Forcing her to stay when she so clearly despises

brushed a strand of hair from my face. "We

never

back into darkness rather than

unfamiliar voices pulled

can find nothing physically wrong beyond the obvious symptoms of

voice stated. The

why won't she eat? Christopher

psychological issue, not a physical one," the doctor explained patiently. "Mrs. Wilson is experiencing trauma. She nods

something," Christopher insisted.

the symptom, not the

a psychiatrist, not

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