The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: I Don’t Deserve You!-2

“And I told you I can’t stop,” Christopher replied, his voice Intense, can’t stop being good to you. I can’t stop watching over you. And I certainly can’t bear in see you and Sean together agabi.”

circled my waist, drawing me against him. I placed my hand

The space between us closed as Christopher moved closer. Its arm against his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath my palm as 1 ted to maintain some distance.

“You know it’s been five years,” he said, his voice rough with emotis

“Five years of me being there for you. If you just say yes, III

give you everything you could ever want or need, just name it, and it yours.”

I felt my brow furrow with distress, my breathing growing uneven.

“You don’t understand? I exclaimed, frustration breaking through my composure.

Then help me understand, Christopher urged, searching my face,ll me what I’m missing.

“Your kindness makes me feel guilty because I can’t reciprocate.” I confessed, my voice cracking. “To be blunt, I don’t love you,

Christopher, Being with you would only hurt you more. Can’t you so that?”

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, with quiet determination: “Angels, I don’t care.

The statement

nt left me stunned, my y eyes widening in disbelief.

“You can love whoever you want,” he continued, desperation edging into his voice. “I just want you by my side. We can be together physically, and I’ll be a father to Aria and Ethan. I’ll give them the best life possible.”

I stared at him, unable to comprehend what he was suggesting. That’s impossible,” I whispered.

“Why?” be challenged, his eyes burning with intensity. I get what I want, you live your life. What’s wrong with that arrangement?“,

Emotion surged through me, and I pushed against his chest, creating distance between us despite the trembling in my hands.

“It’s absurd! Completely impossible,” I insisted, my voice rising.

“Angela,” Christopher’s control fractured, raw emotion breaking through. “You’ve always rejected me without giving us a real chance. How can you know it wont work if you never try? You didn’t even take the full three days to consider is that fair to me after everything?

His words struck me like a physical blow. Fair. The concept pierced through my defenses, forcing me to confront the truth of his accusation. Had I ever given Christopher a fair chance?

I

I closed my eyes, wrestling with the weight of my own actions.

“Three days wasn’t enough time?” Christopher asked, his voice softening. Then take a week. Would that be better?”

The fight drained out of me, leaving only exhaustion and regret. My shoulders sagged with the burden of knowing I was hurting someone who had never been anything but good to me.

Christopher was everything I should want–stable, successful, devoted to me and kind to my children. Yet that essential spark remained absent.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, the inadequacy of the words painfully apparent.

Christopher stood motionless, studying my face. I saw the moment something broke in his expression, before he carefully

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