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

"That's enough."

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

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

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

up to my full height, 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

to me with a small,

about that," she said. "Some people

studied her face, noticing 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

have your

I replied simply. "But you

"Maybe not. But sometimes it's

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away, disappearing among the library shelves before

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

couldn't stop 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 see

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 how much her

noticed her immediately in 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 ice. Or rather,

her feet, cheering louder than anyone around her.

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

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