The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 292

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 292: The First Time I Saw Her

Christopher POV

I was seventeen when I first saw Angela Wilson.

That day, I just wanted some peace in the school library. The scandal about my father and that stripper had been plastered across every newspaper and gossip site for weeks. I pulled my hoodie up, hoping no one would recognize me.

Two girls were whispering behind a bookshelf nearby, not bothering to keep their voices down.

"Can you believe his dad got caught with that stripper?" one of them said, giggling.

"In a hotel lobby, no less. Talk about tacky," the other replied.

I gripped my book tighter, staring at the same page I'd been trying to read for the past fifteen minutes. I wasn't going to engage. What was the point? I couldn't shut everyone's mouth in the school, let alone the entire city.

"I heard the mom tried to kill herself after," the first girl continued, her voice dropping lower but still audible. Apparently she found out through TMZ. Can you imagine?"

My knuckles turned white around the edges of the book. That part wasn't public knowledge. Someone's parents must work at the hospital.

"Like father, like son, right?" the second girl said. "I bet that Christopher kid is just as messed up."

I closed my eyes, trying to block out their voices. I'd heard worse. The tabloids had been relentless, digging up every piece of dirt

could find on

"That's enough."

unfamiliar. I glanced up to see a girl I'd never noticed before standing at the end of the

to do than

expression neutral, watching as she stood her ground, refusing to back

I stepped out from behind the bookshelf and gave them a cold stare that made them both freeze. They gathered their things and left quickly, muttering something about "damaged goods sticking together" as

they were gone, Angela turned to

about that," she said. "Some people

of amber as mine-held no pity, just understanding. That's when I realized she wasn't just defending a stranger; she was

have your

"But you didn't have to do

sometimes it's nice to know

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First Time I

turned and walked away, disappearing among the library shelves before I could even ask her

though. Angela Wilson. Daughter of John Wilson, the Investment banker. Mother who'd left when the was

Those amber eyes, like mine. The way she'd stood up to those girls without hesitation. I wondered if I'd

almost a year. 1 hadn't mentioned the library incident to him-it seemed trivial, and talking about it would mean acknowledging how much her brief defense had

the stands, even though the arena was packed. She was wearing a blue scarf-our school colors-and she never took her eyes off the

unmistakable. Every time he had the puck, she'd lean forward. When he scored, she jumped to her feet, cheering louder than anyone around her. During the break between periods, she somehow made her way down to the bench.

course she was here for Sean. Everyone was always here for

night was terrible. I missed passes, fumbled the puck, got checked into the boards twice because I wasn't