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."

agreement, Christopher said, his voice

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

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

how it is?" he asked

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simply.

felt like minutes, then

later, a mild arrived with a tray. The

reveal an array of expertly

with lemon buffer, roasted vegetaldes,

sight alone made my stomach clench. When the aroma reached be, bile or in my throat. I pressed my hand against

and shaking, the maid watched with

Wilson, please try to drink some

glass reluctantly, taking small sips. The

half before departing

bathroom and forced the wafer back up. My throat

midday, a persistent dizziness had settled over

the maid about my condition.

slow motion, I tried to

"Angela?"

voice sounded distant.

but my legs suddenly gave way.

to meet me,

out of consciousness, aware of gentle hands placing tee on the bed, of a cool cloth wiping my forehead. Through my lashes,

unconscious. Forcing her to

of hair from

She never hated

myself sink back into darkness

unfamiliar voices pulled me toward

find nothing physically wrong beyond

a clinical voice

won't she eat?

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

Christopher insisted.

can prescribe nutrients, but that treats the symptom, not the cause The doctors

a psychiatrist, not

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