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

"That's enough."

glanced up to see a girl I'd never noticed

two have nothing better to do than spread gossip about someone else's

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

out from behind the bookshelf and gave them a cold stare that made them both freeze. They gathered their things and left quickly, muttering

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

"Some people have nothing better to

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

have your

replied simply. "But you didn't have

"Maybe not. But sometimes it's nice to know someone's

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disappearing among the

Mother who'd left when the was young-a

like mine. The way she'd stood up to those girls without

then, Sean and 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 acknowledging

immediately in the stands, even though the arena was packed. She was wearing a blue scarf-our school colors-and she never

feet, cheering louder than anyone around her. During the break between periods, she somehow made her way down to the bench. handing Sean a towel and a water bottle, laughing

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

night was terrible. I missed passes, fumbled the puck, got checked into