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."

I immediately regretted

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

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 wanted to say something-You're doing the same thing, Angela. You can't see that I've loved

I

mock together. I'd "accidentally" spill drinks on pretentious guys who tried to hit on her at bars. I'd make up elaborate stories about Christina's plastic surgery disasters that weren't true but made Angela laugh despite

all us together-me, Sean, and Christina-at weekend picnics or group dinners,

when she thought no one was looking. How she'd

her heartbreak. I wanted to tell her that

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The flask in my pocket emptied quickly as I watched Angela in the crowd, her eyes tracking Sean as he crossed

of friendship, of standing in Sean's shadow, I was finally going to

after the ceremony, my phone rang. My grandfather's name flashed on

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its usual sharpness. "Your mother's