The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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Christopher POV

After spending the night on Angela's couch, I woke to the smell of coffee brewing. I found her sitting at her small kitchen table, face buried in her hands, a steaming mug in front of her. She looked up when I entered the kitchen, her amber eyes bloodshot and weary.

"I made coffee," she said, gesturing to the pot on the counter. "Least could do after you dragged me home last night."

I poured myself a cup and sat across from her. "How's the hangover

"Brutal." She winced, massaging her temples. “Christopher, I'm really sorry for being such a mess. That was... embarrassing."

"Don't worry about it."

She hesitated, her fingers tapping nervously against her mug. "Did I say anything weird last night? I have a habit of talking too much when I drink."

I laughed, though there was no real humor in it. "You mean about being in love with Sean for six years? That's hardly a state secret, Angela. Everyone can see it. Everyone except Sean himself."

face fell, and I immediately regretted

he's not oblivious," she said quietly. "Maybe he knows and just doesn't care. Maybe he doesn't love me

coffee to hide my expression. The irony wasn't lost on me. Here she was, blind to my feelings while lamenting Sean's blindness to hers. I

I said

mock together. I'd "accidentally" spill drinks on pretentious guys who tried to hit on

managed to hang out with all us together-me, Sean, and Christina-at weekend picnics or group dinners, acting like nothing had happened. She'd laugh at Sean's jokes, congratulate Christina on her internship, pour wine for everyone with a

see through it. I noticed how her smile would falter when she thought no one was looking. How she'd leave early from these gatherings with

tell her that Sean didn't deserve her loyalty or her heartbreak. I wanted to tell her that I would never hurt her

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should have The flask in my pocket emptied quickly as I watched Angela in the crowd, her eyes tracking Sean as he crossed the stage to receive his

four years of friendship, of standing in Sean's shadow, I was finally going to tell Angela how I felt. The alcohol in my system gave

stood to find her after the ceremony, my phone rang. My grandfather's

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his voice was grave, lacking its usual sharpness. "Your mother's in the