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.

tight. I call up the best lawyer I know in New York-some shark named Daniel Weiss. He's on the next flight out. This

grabs my arm, pleading. "Sean, please. It was an accident. She didn't mean

arm back, staring them

their mom. You don't get to

back, and I

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are dim, the beeping machines the only sound.

kids ended up

the quiet thon's in a chair next to Angels, his head resting on his hand, watching

I say, keeping my voice

I'll take over.

to be here when she wakes

at me, but I feel it-the

saying it, but I know he

our history. And he's right.

life.

side of her bed. We don't

thon and me-just sit there, two guys

drags on, my back aching against the

up for rounds, checking

up? It's been

calm as ever. "Her

stitches are holding. She should soon. Just be

Easy for him to

d come around

to grab breakfast

her eyes,

to stir.

hit the cafeteria, pick up some muffins and

keep them going.

back, I hear it

and loud, spilling out

My heart jumps. Angela?

my shoulder. The kids are on her bed, giggling, their arms around