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. She's not wiggling

named Daniel Weiss. He's on the next flight out. This time, I'm not letting Christina off with a slap on the wrist.

grabs my arm, pleading. "Sean, please. It was an

them down. "She could've

their mom. You don't get to beg

I walk out. No more

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machines the only sound. I peek

and the kids ended

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

I say, keeping my voice low. "Go

I'll take over.

here when she wakes up"

look at me, but

he thinks this is on

it weren't for our history. And he's right. I brought this

life.

chair and sit on the other side of her

me-just sit there,

back aching against the hard plastic, but I don't

doctor shows up for rounds, checking her

gonna wake up? It's been

ever.

holding. She should

for him to

d come around

nod anyway, then head out to grab breakfast for the kids. Victoria's awake

rubbing her eyes, and the kids are

to stir.

the cafeteria, pick up some muffins and juice–nothing fancy,

keep them going.

back, I hear it before

spilling out

My heart jumps. Angela?

shoulder. The kids are on her bed, giggling,