The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 177

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 177: I’ll Bear His Heir or Burn It All Down

Christina POV

My heart pounded against my ribs as I stood outside Sean’s home, the cold night air biting through my coat.

This might be my last chance to salvage everything I’d worked for these past five years, I could feel it slipping away with each passing second.

When Sean’s car had pulled up to the curb, I’d rushed forward without thinking.

“Sean, I’m sorry,” I rushed to explain, my voice cracking. “I shouldn’t have kept it from you. But I had my reasons. Your marriage to Angela was just a business arrangement, but then she slept with you and got pregnant! I loved you so much–how was I supposed to accept that? I made a mistake because I loved you too much.”

The words tumbled from my lips in desperate succession. Sean remained unmoved, his silence more damning than any accusation.

“Besides, I only deleted the text,” I continued, grasping at straws. “I didn’t do anything truly terrible to her. She still had the 4 children, didn’t she? If you’re willing, I could raise Aria and Ethan as my own. I wouldn’t even have my own children. Please, Sean.”

“My own children,” he finally spoke, each word like ice, “don’t need anyone else to raise them.”

His eyes filled with a cold anger I had never seen before.

“If you hadn’t saved my life in that yacht accident…” he said, his voice dangerously low, “if it weren’t for that life debt…”

My blood ran cold. The unspoken threat hung between us–if not for my act of heroism that day, he wouldn’t hesitate to destroy me and possibly the entire Jordan family.

The rescue that had been my greatest leverage was now merely a thin shield against his wrath.

“Don’t appear before me again,” he finished, turning away and entering his building without a backward glance.

I stood frozen on the sidewalk, trembling as the reality of my situation crashed over me. The doorman averted his eyes, pretending not to notice my humiliation.

I remained there for what felt like hours, letting the bitter wind match the growing resentment and desperation within me.

Hatred for Angela Wilson burned hotter with each passing minute.

***

Back in my hotel suite, I collapsed onto the plush sofa, not bothering to remove my coat or shoes.

The luxurious surroundings that usually comforted me now felt like a mockery of my failure. Five years of careful planning, of sacrifice and patience–all of it potentially for nothing.

My phone rang, displaying my mother’s face on FaceTime. I answered without fixing my disheveled appearance or tear–streaked makeup.

“Momm

I choked out, my composure finally shattering completely

Her face filled the screen, quickly removing a silk facial mask, alarm replacing her usually serene expression. “What happened, Christina? Who upset you?”

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Chapter 177: I’ll Bear His Heir or Burn It All Down

Between sobs, I recounted the evening’s disaster–Sean’s cold dismissal, his knowledge of everything I’d done regarding the text message and my attempt to convince Angela to terminate her pregnancy.

“Momma, what should I do now?” I pleaded, desperate for her guidance as I had been so many times before.

She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “You were too soft. You didn’t handle the situation thoroughly enough back then. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be facing this predicament today.”

“I could confront Angela,” I suggested, wiping mascara from my cheeks. “Use what happened in the past to force her to leave again.”

“What good would that do?” my mother scoffed. “Your agreement with her was for five years. She fulfilled her part of the bargain. What can you possibly say to her now? She gave you five years, and you failed to change anything.”

“It’s not that I didn’t try,” I defended myself. “I never expected Sean would be so stubborn, waiting for her all this time.”

My mother’s expression shifted suddenly, her eyes narrowing with calculation. “There’s only one option left now. You need to find a way to have his child too!”

I blinked in shock, my tears momentarily forgotten. “Have… have his child? What do you mean? How could I possibly do that? He won’t even see me now. You don’t understand… the way he looked at me today was like he wanted to crush me beneath his heel.”

“Why are you panicking?” she scolded, her voice sharp with disappointment. “Are you truly a Jordan daughter or not? You’re falling apart over such a small obstacle?”