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.

reached her apartment, she was barely conscious. I half-carried her inside, found her bedroom, and

I pulled a blanket over her, words I'd

never leave you, Angela. I've loved you

you in that library. I've loved

already lost

I was ashamed to acknowledge. I reached out, gently

soft kiss to her forehead, then briefly, lightly touched my lips to

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

loved Angela. I wanted her heart, not just her body. Not