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

"That's enough."

cut through the whispers-firm, clear, unfamiliar. I glanced up to see a girl I'd never noticed before standing at the end of the bookshelf, amber eyes blazing with

nothing better to do than spread

refusing to back down even as they brought up her own family troubles. Something about the

bookshelf and gave them a cold stare that made them both freeze. They gathered their things and left quickly, muttering something about "damaged

turned to me with a small, apologetic

about that," she said. "Some

exact same shade of amber as mine-held no pity, just understanding. That's when I realized she wasn't just defending a stranger; she was defending someone who might understand what it felt

have your

simply. "But you didn't

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away, disappearing among the library shelves

the Investment banker. Mother who'd left when the was

that day. Those amber eyes, like mine. The way

1 hadn't mentioned the library incident to him-it seemed trivial, and talking about

She was wearing a blue scarf-our school colors-and she never took her eyes off the ice. Or rather,

than anyone around her. During the break between periods, she somehow made her way down to the bench. handing Sean a towel and a

here for Sean. Everyone

was terrible. I missed passes, fumbled the puck, got checked into the boards twice because