The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 136

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife Chapter 136: Farewells and Secrets

Angels NOW

I stood under the shower’s sealding spray, letting the water i

My cheeks burned as unwanted memories flooded back–Sean’s hand own body’s betrayal. I squeezed an excessive amisnt of thower gel pink and raw,

on my body, his lips against my neck,

to my lonta, serubbing my skin with enough force

“Damn you. Sean Shaw.” I muttered, pressing my forehead against the cont tile. “What ghe like that?”

1 reminded myself why I was really here for Elizabeths, in my own. Not to rekindle anything with Sean.

Yet my treacherous skin still remembered his tosich, prompting me

right to force yourself on i

the woman who had been more of nother to me than

even harder, as if I could wath away the memory itself

y hotel room. I’d dressed carefully in a warm cashmere sweater and cou

The morning air hit at my cheeks as I stepped out of my mentally preparing myself for the emotional day ahead.

My steps faltered when I spotted Sean leaning against the wall near the exit, with Thomas Smith bovering nervously beside him. Thomas immediately straightened when he saw me, his professional smile firmly in place.

“Good morning, Ms. Wilson,” he greeted politely.

I forced myself to remain calm, pushing away memories of the airplane lavatory. “You’re both here early.” I observed, keeping my voice neutral.

“We wanted to ensure the schedule runs smoothly,” Thomas explained. “Ms. Wilson, the temperature in town is quite low today. Perhaps you might need an additional layer?”

I couldn’t help but notice that Sean was wearing only a thin shirt and light cashmere sweater. Despite my determination not to care about his wellbeing after yesterday’s incident, professional habit made me frown with concern.

“Mr. Smith,” I said, pointedly not looking at Sean, rather than worrying about me, perhaps remind your employer that he’s dressed more lightly than I am, despite his medical condition.”

Sean’s lips curled into a slight smile. I’m not cold.”

“But you’re still recovering.” I countered before I could stop myself.

“Would a sick man accompany you to a cemetery? Sean replied, his voice low and amused. “Let’s go. We shouldn t waste time–don’t we need to buy flowers first?”

I swallowed my concern, reminding myself that I would no longer loss over Sean as I once had. “Let’s get moving then, I agreed

with a simple nod.

The drive through the small town was quiet, oppressively so. After stopping at the town’s only florist, where I carefully selected a bouquet of white lilies–Elizabeth’s favorites–we continued toward the cemetery in silence.

I kept my gaze fixed on the unfamiliar scenery passing outside the window, though I could feel Sean’s eyes occasionally landing on my profile. I deliberately avoided meeting his gaze, focusing instead on the memories of Elizabeth that flooded my mind.

The weight of guilt pressed heavier on my chest with each passing minute.

1. te. Three years. Elizabeth had been gone for three years.

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 136: Farewells and Secrets

Angela Fov

1 mod under the shower’s scalding spray, letting the water casende ver my body at steam filled the small hotel bathrooin.

My cheeks burned as unwanted memories flooded hack–Sean’s hand on my body, his lips against my neck, and worst of all, my own body’s betrayal. I squeezed an excessive amount of shower gel to my loofs, scrubbing my skin with enough force to leave it pink and raw,

“Damn you, Sean Shaw, I muttered, pressing my forehand against the cool file. “What gives you the right to force yourself on me

like that?”

I reminded myself why I was really here for Elizabeth, to pay respedi my own. Not to rekindle anything with Sean.

he woman who had been more of a mother to me than

Yet my treacherous skin still remembered his touch, prompting me to scrub even harder, as if I could wash away the memory itself.

The morning air bit at my cheeks as I stepped out of my hotel room’d dressed carefully in a warm cashmere sweater and coat, mentally preparing myself for the emotional day ahead.

My steps faltered when I spotted Sean leaning against the wall near the exit, with Thomas Smith hovering nervously beside him. Thomas immediately straightened when he saw me, his professional mile firmly in place.

“Good morning, Ms. Wilson,” he greeted politely.

I forced myself to remain calm, pushing away memories of the airplane lavatory, “You’re both here early,” I observed, keeping my

voice neutral.

“We wanted to ensure the schedule runs smoothly, Thomas explained. “Ms. Wilson, the temperature in town is quite low today. Perhaps you might need an additional layer?”

I couldn’t help but notice that Sean was wearing only a thin shirt and light cashmere sweater. Despite my determination not to care about his wellbeing after yesterday’s incident, professional habit made me frown with concern.

“Mr. Smith,” I said, pointedly not looking al Sean, “rather than worrying about me, perhaps remind your employer that he’s dressed more lightly than I am, despite his medical condition.”

Sean’s lips curled into a slight smile. “I’m not cold.”

“But you’re still recovering,” I countered before I could stop myself.

“Would a sick man accompany you to a cemetery?‘ Sean replied, his voice low and amused. “Let’s go. We shouldn’t waste time–don’t we need to buy flowers first?”

I swallowed my concern, reminding myself that I would no longer fuss over Sean as I once had. “Let’s get moving then, I agreed with a simple nod.

The drive through the small town was quiet, oppressively so. After stopping at the town’s only florist, where I carefully selected a bouquet of white lilies–Elizabeth’s favorites–we continued toward the cemetery in silence.

I kept my gaze fixed on the unfamiliar scenery passing outside the window, though I could feel Sean’s eyes occasionally landing on my profile. 1 deliberately avoided meeting his gaze, focusing instead on the memories of Elizabeth that flooded my mind.

The weight of guilt pressed heavier on my chest with each passing minute. Three years. Elizabeth had been gone for three years,

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