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

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 130: I Don’t Deserve You!-1

Angela POV

1 left Sean’s hospital rooms with practiced composure, only allowing myself to falter once I rounded the corner into an empty corridor, my hand reaching out to steady myself against the wall as the reality hit me: Elizabeth was gone, had been gone for three угать while 1 built a isone life in Italy.

After regaining my composure, 1 made my way toward the exit. Just is 1 steppeil nutside, a familiar figure caught my eye.

Christopher.

“You’re here,” I said, unable to hide my surprises Co

“I came to find you,” Christopher replied, his voice gentle yet determined. “You left the office so suddenly worried.”

y this afternoon. I was

He reached for my hand, his fingers wrapping around my wrist in a gesture that felt both protective and possessive. The warmth of his touch contrasted sharply with the evening chill

You didn’t need to come,” I said, though the words lacked conviction.

Christopher studied me

me carefully. “Let me drive you home.”

I nodded, too emotionally drained to argue.

The drive was wrapped in silence. Christopher occasionally glanced toward me, his concern evident, while I kept my thoughts to myself. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft.

“Thank you,” I said, breaking the silence. “For coming to find me

Christopher’s hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. “Always he replied, the single word weighted with years of unspoken promises.

my seatbelt still fastened, fingers restlessly tracing the

We pulled up outside my house. Despite my exhaustion, I remained stated, my leather stitching of the seat.

Christopher Jeaned toward me, reaching across to release my seatbelt. His cologne enveloped me as the buckle clicked op

“Come,” he said gently, “You need rest.”

As we approached the front door, I suddenly stopped.

“Wait,” I said. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

open.

Christopher turned to face me, his expression guarded. “Angela, whatever it is, can’t it wait until tomorrow? You’ve had a difficult ilay

“No,” I insisted, my voice growing firmer. “I need to say this now.”

The moonlight revealed the pain that flashed across his features before he could conceal it. A bitter smile curved his lips.

*Angela, please don’t,” he said, his voice dropping to a near–whisper.

“It seems you already know what I’m going to say.” I replied, forcing myself to meet his gaze directly. “You said you’d give me three

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Chapter 130: I Don’t Deserve You!-1

days to consider your proposition, but I’ve made my decision today we’re not right for each other, Christopher.”

pressed into a thin line, the smile vanishing as his expression darkened with undisguised hurt.

“Made your decidon today?” he asked, his laugh hollow and brittle. Or is this about Sean? Are you afraid I’ll retaliate against him