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

find on my

"That's enough."

voice cut through the whispers-firm, clear, unfamiliar. I glanced up to see a girl I'd never noticed before standing at the end

better to do than spread

instead, shifting their gossip and cruel comments toward Angela. I kept my expression neutral, watching as she stood her ground, refusing to back down even as they brought up her own family troubles. Something about

them a cold stare

they were gone, Angela turned to me with a small, apologetic

"Some

when I realized she wasn't just defending a stranger; she was defending someone who might understand

have your

"But you didn't

not. But sometimes it's nice to know

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292: The First Time

disappearing among the

the Investment banker. Mother who'd left when the was young-a detail 1 filed away, understanding now

thinking about her after that day. Those amber eyes, like mine. The way she'd stood up to those

I had been teammates for almost a year. 1 hadn't mentioned the library incident to him-it seemed trivial, and talking about it would mean

arena was packed. She was wearing a

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

Everyone was always here for Sean. Star

checked into