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

head throbbed, little flashes of something- arguments, tears-flickering in my mind,

rubbed my temple, trying to shake

voice steady. "I

She didn't let a

anything, she got

apologized, and now you're acting like this? Ungrateful bitch. I should've made sure your kid

My blood ran cold.

flashed in my head, out there in

the hell had happened between

of hate made

something that sick?

voice sharp. "Let go, or I'm calling

bitter and loud. “Oh, there it is-the cold, fake Angela

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

in. "Or maybe you didn't pick Sean. You

She even

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"Who are you? Seriously, who

said something insane. "What's

way was I telling her about the amnesia-not

her deal was.

are, I'm leaving. Whoever you are, we're

her off. Her face twisted, the perfect makeup cracking as she sneered. "Friends? I was your friend-until you stole my man!"

and she stepped cloter,

and yanked hard, screaming. "You wrecked

off!" I shouted, twisting to shove her back. Her

stumbled, my foot slipping on the wet tile. I went down hard, my head smacking the