The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 275

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 275:1 Was Your Friend-Until You Stole My Man!

Angela Pov

My memory's been patchy since the accident, and I couldn't place her face.

She was young, pretty-her makeup was perfect, sharp eyeliner and gossy lips that made her look like she'd stepped out of a magazine.

But there was something off about the way she was looking at me, like I'd just insulted her.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting from confused to annoyed. "What's this act, Angela? Pretending you don't know me?"

Her voice had a bite to it, and I caught the New York accent-sharp, dipped, familiar in a way that tugged at something fuzzy in my

brain.

I blinked, totally lost. "I... I don't know what you're talking about F

Her attitudo was starting to piss me off, and I didn't want to deal with this. "Look, my family's waiting for me. I've gotta go."

I turned toward the door, but she grabbed my arm, her manicured nails digging

In

"What's with you?" she snapped. "You get Sean, become the billionaire's wife, and now you're too good to even say hi? You think you can just erase me?

Her words hit me like a slap, but I couldn't make sense of them

My head throbbed, little flashes of something-

my temple, trying to

my voice steady. "I don't know

She didn't let a

anything, she got

ruined my life, Angela. You never even apologized, and now you're acting like this? Ungrateful bitch. I should've made sure your kid never happened- should've

My blood ran cold.

Aria and Ethan's faces flashed in my head, out there in the dining

happened

kind of hate made someone

something that sick?

my voice sharp. "Let go, or

loud. “Oh, there it

What, Sean's not here to save you today?" She glanced

barge in. "Or maybe you didn't

She even knew

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at her. "Who are you? Seriously, who the hell are

her eyes widening like I'd just said something insane.

No way was I telling her about the amnesia-not unt! I

her deal was.

you're not gonna say who you are, I'm leaving.

twisted, the perfect makeup cracking as

she stepped cloter, her whole vibe

I turned to leave, pushing past her toward the door. But she lost it-grabbed my hair and yanked hard, screaming.

shove her back. Her

tile. I went down hard, my head smacking the edge of