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.

mumbled something incoherent as I guided her to my car. By the time we reached her apartment, she was barely conscious. I half-carried her inside, found

blanket over her, words I'd kept locked away for years suddenly spilled

"I'll never leave you, Angela. I've

that library. I've loved

respond, already lost to sleep

of her bed, watching her breathe, fighting an internal battle I was ashamed to acknowledge. I reached out, gently stroking her cheek with my fingertips. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, a temptation too great

a soft kiss to her forehead, then briefly, lightly touched my lips to hers. The

part I usually kept buried-wanted to stay, to claim what Sean had carelessly overlooked. But that wasn't love. That was

I wanted her heart, not just