The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 267

Chapter 267: Not Just Any Kiss

Angela POV

Sunlight streamed through the curtains as I stirred awake. I reached across the bed for Sophie, but found only empty space. Sitting: up, I glanced around the guest room, noticing het Ingenge was gond

"She left already?" 1 murmured in myself

The door opened, and Sean appeared with a mog

og of coffer. "Youre rally awake."

"Where's Sophie?" I asked, accepting the steaming cup.

She left early this morning." Sean replied, settling on the edge of

home for Christmas."

and she needed to catch a fight back to her parents

"Christmas?" I blinked, suddenly realizing the holiday was approaching. She didn't even say goodbye,"

o wake you. She left a note."

"She tried," Sean explained. "But you were sleeping so soundly, she didn't want to

He handed me a folded paper from his pocket. Sophie's elegant handwriting filled the page with apologies for her sudden departure and promises to call after the holidays.

1 sighed, disappointed. I'd hoped to ask Sophie about my relationship with Sean, to gain some clarity about our past. Now that

opportunity was gone.

"Come downstairs when you're ready, Sean said, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "The children are asking for you."

In the afternoon, while Sean put Aria and Ethan down for their nap, found myself scrolling through my phone again. The absence of any chat history with Sean continued to bother me. For a married couple, we seemed to have no digital footprint together.

When Sean returned, I decided to confront him directly.

"Sean, why don't we have any chat history on my phone?"

He paused mid-step.

1. p. "What?"

between us. No photos together. Nothing. Even Sophie has years

of something-discomfort? guilt?-crossing his features before

exactly on good terms before," he admitted, sitting beside me. "There were...

issues?" I pressed. "Were we

everything. But not all at once. You're still recovering, and some truths might

need to know who I am, I insisted.

is that I love

could respond, my phone rang. The

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said, looking at Sean

"Answer it," he encouraged.

a deep breath and accepted

father's voice came through, warm but tentative. How

II. 1 replied, unsure how much he know about my

Tms doing well," 1

i could share stories about your childhood, help

Christmas,” he continued. "I was hoping you might come to Europe this year. I know about

my memory loss? But I never told

he explained. "He came to

sharply. He nodded

about our plans," I stammered.

loves spending time with

understand," my father said, though disappointment colored his tope. Think about it and let

know. There's

"You went to Europe to see my father? Without

There's no pressure."

to explain your condition," Sean replied. "He deserved to know,

"That wasn't

I said, hurt

have discussed it with you first. I was was trying to

no matter what I say right now, I can't ease your fears completely,” he whispered against my hair. "But please, give me time to prove myself through my actions. Can you do that?" His voice grew more determined. "From now on,

hug

his head as she squealed with delight. Watching them together, a thought settled in my

for my children, perhaps I needed to relearn how to