The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 124

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 124: The Unexpected Investment

Angeln POV

Christopher’s car glided smoothly through the mening traffic.

i gared out the window at the towering buildings, my mind onsumid with worry about my company’s Investment problems.

After yesterday’s disastrous meeting where Sean had Interfered, I was back to square one.

Despite my repeated insistence that I could take a taxi, Christopher ad Irisisted on dropping me off after taking the twins to school.

Still thing

“You’re especially quiet today,” Christopher observed, his voice breng through my thoughts. “Still thinking about yesterday?”

I shook my head slightly, returning to the present. “Just mentally preparing for the meeting. Lawrence Capital might be our best Investment option.”

His eyes studied me with that penetrating gaze that always seemed to see through my carefully constructed facades. “If you need Investment, why not odhsider my firm? 1 could arrange it.”

“Christopher, we’ve discussed this,” I replied softly. “I need to establish my business independently.”

He sighed, something unreadable flickering across his expression. “Tou know I came back from London for you, right? I’m tired of waiting, Angela.”

I knew exactly what he meant. For the five years I’d spent in Italy after fleeing New York, Christopher had patiently waited, never abandoning his pursuit. Yet the wound Sean had left in my heart hadn’t fully healed..

“I just need more time,” I said quietly, turning back to watch the city blur past.

“Is it because you saw him yesterday at the riding club?” Christopher asked, his tone carefully neutral.

Before I could respond, my phone vibrated. Marcus’s name flashed on the screen–a call at this hour had to be important. I answered immediately, only to be overwhelmed by his excited voice.

“Angela, you won’t believe this!” Marcus was practically shouting. “Show Group just invested fifteen million dollars in our company!”

I felt my blood freeze, nearly dropping the phone. “What? Why would they-

“The terms are minimal. They only want one board seat, and Sean Stow himself will take it.”

My heartbeat accelerated instantly, Sean Shaw, the man who had once dominated my life, was now inserting himself into my company, my new beginning.

Ending the call, I found Christopher watching me intently, clearly reading the shock in my expression.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice unnaturally calm.

Sean invested in Wilson Advisory Partners.” I told him directly, secing no reason to hide it.

Christopher slammed on the brakes, pulling sharply to the curb. My body jerked forward before the seatbelt snapped me back.

“Christopher!” I gasped. “Be careful!”

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Chapter 124. The Unexpected Investment

He took several deep breaths, atckly regatisting his composure. Imny, veneacted. His eyes met mine with an intensity Id

I rarely seen. “Does he know about the children?

“No,” I shook my head Immediately. Tm certain he doesn’t,

‘Are you going to see him? Christopher asked, staring directly into my eyes,

I nodded. “I need to understand his intentions.

After a thonvent of tense silence, Christopher spoke again, visibly crit rolling his emotions. T know I shouldn’t interfere with you meeting him, but you understand Sean. He wouldn’t invest hi your company without a reason.”

“I know,” I assured him softly. 111 be careful.”

In the taxi heading toward the hotel, streets rushed past in a blur. My thoughts were in chans. Sean Shaw–the name I’d worked so hard to avoid for five years–had forcefully re–entered my life.

My fingers drummed nervously against my knee, a habit from childhood. Yesterday’s encounter at the riding club lingered in my mind; I couldn’t deny Sean still affected me. More worrying was his complete ignorance about the children. If he discovered Arla and Ethan were his…I couldn’t bear to imagine the consequences.

“Ma’am, we’ve arrived,” the driver announced, pulling me back to reality.

er Sean Shaw had planned, I needed to

I looked up at the hotel’s imposing facade, taking a deep breath to steady myself. Whatever remain calm–for myself and for my children.

Thomas had texted me the penthouse suite number. Standing before the door, I composed my expression and rang the bell.

No answer. I tried twice more, still receiving silence. Just as I turned to leave, the door swung open.

Sean Shaw stood before me, barefoot, shirt half–buttoned, hair disheveled–completely unlike his typically impeccable appearance.

“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice low and raspy. The commanding man from yesterday’s riding club seemed to have vanished, replaced by someone I barely recognized.

“You invested in my company. As CEO, I naturally came to discuss the situation,” I replied evenly.

He simply stared, making no move to invite me in. I noticed tiny beads of sweat on his forehead and an unnatural pallor to his skin. His hand gripping the doorframe trembled slightly–a stark contrast to the nearly invincible Sean Shaw I remembered.

“What exactly are you trying to do, Sean?” I asked, meeting his gaze while fighting to keep my voice steady. “We’ve been divorced for five years. Why suddenly interfere with my company?”

“I don’t want to discuss this now,” he answered tersely.