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

little flashes of something-

my temple, trying to

my voice steady. "I don't know

She didn't let a

she got

You never even apologized, and now you're acting like this? Ungrateful bitch. I should've made sure your kid never happened- should've forced that miscarriage when I had

My blood ran cold.

head, out

the hell had happened between me and

of hate made someone

something that sick?

back, my voice sharp. "Let go, or I'm

there it is-the cold, fake Angela

to save you today?" She glanced over

in. "Or maybe you didn't

even knew

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Friend-Until You Stole My

headache spiked, and 1 glated at her. "Who

widening like I'd just said something insane. "What's wrong with

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

her deal was.

who you are, I'm leaving. Whoever you are,

makeup cracking as she sneered. "Friends? I was your

and she stepped cloter, her whole vibe

door. But she lost it-grabbed my hair and yanked hard, screaming. "You wrecked my life, and you don't

shove her back. Her nails scratched

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