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."

clear, unfamiliar. I glanced up to see a girl I'd never noticed before standing at the end of the bookshelf,

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 family troubles. Something about the way she held herself-chin high, eyes steady-told me she was used to this kind

the bookshelf and gave them a cold stare

turned to me with a

that," she said. "Some people have nothing

just understanding. That's when I realized she wasn't just defending a

have your

you

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

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The First Time I

the library shelves before I could even ask

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

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

games. By 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 how much her brief

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

was unmistakable. Every time he 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 her way down

Everyone was always here

I missed passes, fumbled the puck, got checked into the boards twice because I wasn't paying