The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 277

Ex-Wife

Chapter 277: No More Chances

Sean POV

It's late when Giulia and I get to the airport.

The place is buzzing-people dragging suitcases, announcements cadding over the speakers-but all I can think about is Angela lying in that hospital bed, het head stitched up, still not niwake,

Christina's face is burned into my brain now. I should've known shpall something like this again. She's been a ticking bomb since the day I cut her out of our lives,

The police meet us near the security gates.

Giulia's already called them, explained everything. I watch as they move toward the boarding area, where Giulia says Christina's trying to catch a flight out of Italy.

My hands are fists in my pockets. She's not getting away this time.

it doesn't take long. The cops come back with her, her blonde punyt

swinging as she walks between them, hands cuffed. She spots

me and freezes, her eyes lighting up for a split second like she's actually happy to see me.

Then she sees my face-red, furious-and her smile drops.

"Sean?" she says, like she's confused. "What's this about?"

"You know damn well what this is about. Angela's in the hospital because of you. Again."

Her mouth opens, then shuts. She shifts, glancing at the cops, then back at me.

"It wasn't like that. I just wanted to say hi to her. She acted like she didn't even know me-started yelling at me. I pulled her arm. sure, but the Boor was wet. She slipped. It's not my fault?"

I can't hold it in anymore. My voice comes out loud, raw, cutting through the airport noise.

"She's got amnesia, Christina! Her head's already messed up from before, and you showed her into a sink! You better pray she wakes up soon. If-if she doesn't, if there's anything worse, you're done. I make sure you rot in prison for the rest of your life. Your family won't have a dime left to stand on in New York when I'm through with you."

Her face goes pale, but she doesn't argue back. The cops pull her away, and Giulia steps up beside me.

them what I saw," she says quietly, "I'll testify.

I know in New York-some shark named Daniel Weiss. He's on the next flight out. This time, I'm not letting Christina off with a slap on the wrist. She's going

show up at the station later, all teary-eyed and desperate. Her mom grabs my arm, pleading. "Sean, please.

them down. "She

their mom. You don't

back, and I walk out.

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dim, the beeping machines the only sound. I peek into

the kids ended

filling the quiet thon's in a chair next to Angels, his head

I say, keeping my

I'll take over.

when she wakes up" His tone's cold,

look at me, but I feel it-the

saying it, but I know he thinks this is on

our history. And he's right. I

life.

a chair and sit on the other side

and me-just sit there, two guys who

against the hard plastic,

comes slow. The doctor shows up for rounds, checking her chart. I stand, my voice

she gonna wake up? It's been

a page, calm as ever. "Her injuries aren't severe. The

stitches are holding. She should soon. Just

Easy for him

d come around

then head out to grab breakfast for the

eyes, and

to stir.

the cafeteria, pick up some muffins and juice–nothing

keep them going.

I hear

and loud, spilling out from

My heart jumps. Angela?

The kids are on her bed, giggling, their arms around her. Jhon's crouched beside her, smiling soft, saying