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."

see a girl I'd never noticed before standing

have nothing better to do than spread gossip about someone else's family tragedy?" she

their attention to her 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 the way she held herself-chin high, eyes steady-told me

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

turned to me with a small, apologetic

she said. "Some people have nothing better to

how her eyes-the 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

have your

I replied simply. "But you didn't have

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

1/2

The First Time

away, disappearing among the library shelves before

Daughter of John Wilson, the Investment banker. Mother who'd left when the was young-a detail 1 filed away,

thinking about her after that day. Those amber eyes, like mine. The way she'd stood up to those girls without hesitation. I wondered if I'd

year. 1 hadn't mentioned the library incident to him-it seemed

packed. She was wearing a blue scarf-our school colors-and she never took her eyes

puck, she'd lean forward. When he scored, she jumped to her feet, cheering louder than anyone around her. During

for Sean. Everyone was always

terrible. I missed passes, fumbled the puck, got checked into the boards twice because I wasn't paying attention. We lost by