The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

"You're more than that," I said firmly. "You're smart and brave and loyal. You're the

girl who stood up for a stranger in the library when no one else would."

She looked at me, confusion crossing her face. "You remember that?

"Of course I do."

Her eyes softened, and for a moment, I thought maybe-just maybe she was seeing me. Really seeing me, for the first time. But then she slumped against my shoulder, the alcohol finally taking its toll.

"I should get you home," I said, helping her stand.

as I guided her to my car. By the time we reached her apartment, she was barely conscious. I half-carried her inside, found her bedroom, and gently laid

I'd kept

me," I whispered. "I'll never leave you, Angela.

in that library. I've loved you every day

didn't respond, already lost to sleep or

acknowledge. I reached out, gently stroking her cheek with my fingertips. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, a

her forehead, then briefly, lightly touched my lips to hers.

dark, desperate part I usually kept buried-wanted to stay, to claim what Sean

Angela. I wanted her heart,