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.

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

Weiss. He's on the next flight out. This time, I'm

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

staring them

don't get

back, and I

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are dim, the beeping machines the only sound. I peek into Angela's room and

the kids

mer Ethan, her little snotes filling the quiet thon's in a chair next to Angels, his head resting on

keeping my voice low.

I'll take over.

here when she wakes up" His tone's

look at me, but

but I know he thinks this is on

after Angela if it weren't for our history. And he's right. I brought

life.

sit on the other side of her bed. We

and me-just sit there,

my back aching against the hard plastic,

comes slow. The doctor shows up for rounds, checking her chart.

up? It's

ever. "Her injuries aren't severe. The

are holding. She should soon. Just be

for

d come around

nod anyway, then head out to grab

her eyes, and the kids

to stir.

some

keep them going.

get back, I hear it before

loud, spilling out from

My heart jumps. Angela?

pushing the door open with my shoulder. The kids are on her bed, giggling, their arms around