The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 22 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife- Chapter 22: A Late Night Call Angela POV Ever since Christina's setur, Sean rarely spent his nights at home.

After he stormed out earlier today, I knew he must be with her again I couldn't understand why he insisted I stay in this apartment, why he was even offering to givethe property.

Tidn't he realize how cruel that vas? The one left behind always suffers more, don't they? I would rather move out on my own, start fresh somewhere new and et these wounds heal faster.

Sarah approachedwith her usual quiet efficiency. Should I help you unpack your suitcase, Mrs. Shaw?" "No need," I replied softly. "I'm just postponing the move by a few days. I'll be leaving eventually anyway." Sarah nodded, her eyes holding a mix of understanding and sympathy as she helped carry my suitcase back to my bedroom.

This simple action madefeel like a hotel guest. That's what I had becin this place a temporary occupant, waiting for checkout time. Even in what had been my hfor two years, I was already feeling like a stranger passing through.

My phone buzzed against the marble nightstand, its gentle vibration seeming thunderous in the quiet room.

I hesitated, my heart rate quickening. Would it be Christina again, calling to gloat about another evening with Sean? The nthat appeared on the screen surprised me: Evan White.

I answered on the third ring. "Evan?" Angela." His voice carried the careful neutrality I'd cto associate with bad news. "I apologize for calling so late, but... it's Sean My fingers tightened on the phone. "What happened?" "He's at Metropolitan Club. He's had... quite a bit to drink." Evan paused. "More than I've ever seen him drink, actually." I frowned. In all the years I'd known Sean, I'd never seen him truly drunk. Even at college parties, he'd maintained iron control, never allowing himself to becvulnerable.

"Ini sure Christina can handle it," I said, trying to keep p my voice steady.

'Christina isn't here yet." Evan paused. "He's... not himself tonight.

I heard another male voice in the background - William's unmistakable drawl. "I told you we should call Christina. Sean needs Christina right now, not this pretend wife." Shut up. William." Evan's sharp rebuke carried clearly through the phone. Then his voice softened as he addressedagain. Angela, please... I hope you can ctake Sean home." I hesitated. Part ofwanted to refuse, to let Christina handle this like William suggested. After all, wasn't that what Sean wanted? 1/3 Chapter 22: A Late Night Call But another part of me, the part that still cared despite everything, couldn't just leave him like this.

I'll be there in thirty minutes." I hung up before Evan could respond, already moving to my closet. lipped on a black coat over my clothes, not bothering to change into anything more formal.

The keys to my Porsche felt cold in my palm. I could have called Pet, our longtdriver, but something about this moment felt too private for witnesses.

Manhattan's streets were relatively empty at this hour, the usual chaps reduced to a gentle hum.

As I merged onto Fifth Avenue, my mind wandered to earlier that day. Had Sean's uncharacteristic drinking been triggered by Nathan's midnight call? The thought sent an unexpected warmth through my chest. Could Seen actually be jealous? A yellow cab swerved suddenly into my lane, forcingto brake hard. The Porsche's tires squealed against wet pavement, my heart thundering in my chest.

I pulled over, hands shaking on the steering wheel.

"Get it together," I whispered to myself. "You're carrying precious cargo now," The rest of the drive passed in a blur of streetlights and shadow. I found a parking spot on Park Avenue, the cold night air biting through my silk blouse as I walked the remaining block to Metropolitan Club.

The clubs entrance was still active despite the late hour, clusters of Wall Street's elite lingering over last drinks and deals.

I was halfway up the marble steps when a familiar figure caught my eye Christina Jordan, hurrying toward the entrance in four-inch Louboutins, her red hair a flin the darkness.

"What happened?" Christina's voice carried clearly across the quiet street. "Sean never drinks like this! William, how could you let this happen?" William West stood in the doorway, his usual smooth charm replaced by genuine concern. "You think we didn't try to stop him? But, you know Sean - he doesn't listen to anyone except you." "Selite businessmen n you all are," Christina scoffed, though her voice held more worry than bite. "Acting college freshmen." Before William could respond, Sean appeared in the doorway, his usually immaculate appearance disheveled, tie loose around his neck. He reached for Christina's wrist, his movements uncharacteristically clumsy, "Sean." Christina's

a's voice softened to that honeyed tone she reserved just for him "It's alright. Kimbere now. Lettake care of you."

My chest tightened as I watched, but then something unexpected m happened. Sean's grip suddenly released, his hand falling away as if burned. "Evan," he called out, his voice rough. "Takehome." I turned away, unable to watch any more of this scene.

The cold night air felt appropriate now, matching the chill that had settled in my chest. d been foolish to cto think that Sean might need me. Even drunk, he knew exactly who he wanted - and didn't want - by his side. "Christina." William's voice followed my retreat. one he really cares about." "Evan," on't take it personally. He's too drunk to recognize anyone. You know you're the he called out, his voice rough. "Takehome." "William, why don't you make sure Christina gets hsafely? 2/3 Chapter 22: A Late Night Call He should cto my apartinent, Christina insisted, Tm a doctor I can monitor Isis condition properly." My steps quick and purposeful as I headed toward my car.

Just as I reached the car, the familiar voice of Evan called out from "Angela, is that you?" I paused for a brief second.

But I didn't turn around. Instead, I slid into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut.

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