The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 311

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 my

knows and just doesn't care. Maybe he doesn't love me back, so he doesn't

me. Here she was, blind to my feelings while lamenting Sean's blindness to hers. I wanted to say something-You're doing the same thing, Angela. You can't see that I've loved you since that day in the

I said

drinks on pretentious guys who tried

she seemed to be moving on. She smiled more. She even managed to hang out with all us together-me, Sean, and Christina-at weekend picnics

she'd leave early from these gatherings with flimsy excuses. How she'd drink a little too

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

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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

to tell Angela how I felt. The alcohol in my system gave me a

after the ceremony,

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sharpness. "Your mother's