The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 191

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 191: Journey into the Unknown

Christopher POV

I can’t stop watching her as she sleeps. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the peaceful expression on her face–Angela has never looked more beautiful than she does right now, finally here beside me after all these years.

My fingers trace the contours of her face with a reverence I can finally indulge. The delicate arch of her eyebrows, the perfect slope of her nose, the softness of her lips–all the features I’ve memorized from afar, now within my reach.

“Sir?” David’s voice breaks through my reverte. From the corner of my eye, I notice him shifting uncomfortably in his seat across the aisle, pretending to focus on his tablet rather than witnessing this infimate moment.

Lignore him, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on Angela’s furehead,

“Don’t blame me, Angela,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the hum of the jet engines.

My mind drifts back through the years, to those university days when I first saw her.

Even then, she’d been extraordinary–brilliant, determined, and utterly unattainable. I went out of my way to attract her notice. even if it meant irritating her. How many times had she excused herself upon seeing me enter a rou?

The memory still stings, but it doesn’t matter anymore. She’s here with me now, at last.

1 reluctantly tear my gaze from Angela’s sleeping form and glance at my watch. “How much longer until we land, David?”

“About twenty minutes until we reach the private airfield, he replies consulting his tablet. “The helicopter will take us to the estate. from there. The entire process should take a little over an hour.”

1 nod absently, my attention already returning to Angela.

“Sir,” David continues, hesitation evident in his voice, “do you think Ms. Wilson and the children might wake during transit?”

“They shouldnt, I reply, studying the peaceful faces of Aria and Ethan secured in their specialized seats. “Even if they do, it changes nothing now.”

David clears his throat. “Mr. Blake, the suite at the coastal estate has been prepared as requested…”

“Mm–hmm.” I’m barely listening

“What I mean is, we could still return to New York in time. When Ms. Wilson and the children wake, they might simply think they fell asleep in the car. We could tell them we’re taking a detour to a restaurant. They wouldn’t suspect anything.”

I turn to face him fully, my patience wearing thin. “What exactly are you trying to say, David?”

I’m concerned you might regret this, sir,” he admits. “In Ms. Wilson’s eyes, you’ve always been her friend and supporter–someone reliable and trustworthy. If she discovers what you’ve done… she will certainly resent you.”

“And what of it?” I ask, my voice hardening. “Allowing her to reconcile with Sean Shaw–that would be my true regret.”

David falls silent, knowing better than to push further.

I remember Angela’s graduation party as if it were yesterday, I spotted her hiding on the terrace, the hem of her dress visible beaund a large planter.

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Chapter 191: Journey into the Unknown

I deliberately ensued Sean splike certain words to Christina within first of many calculated moves in a game I’ve been playing for year

ela’s earshot–worls designed to crush her hopes. It was the

Sean’s life debt to Christina from afar. The yacht accident,

When family business required my presence in London, 1 orchestral Christina’s heroic rescur–all carefully arranged to drive Angela away from Sean permanently

I hadn’t anticipated Wilson Investment Bank’s sudden collapse, which thrust Angels and Sean Into a marriage of convenience before my plan could fully unfold.

Upon my return to New York, I seized every opportunity to separate Angela from Sean’s influence. Today marks the culmination of

cessary sacrifice. years of patience and planning. Whatever trust I might lose from Angela, I consider it

A small sound draws my attention. Angela stirs, her eyelids fluttering, Consciousness is returning sooner than I expected. She opens her eyes slowly, confusion clouding her features as she takes in the familiar surroundings

“Christopher?” she mumbles, voice thick with the remnants of the sedative

She attempts to sit up, only to lose her balance. I catch her before she can fall, my hands steady and supportive.

“Easy,” I caution, helping her back into the plush leather seat.

Angela blinks rapidly, fighting the drug’s lingering effects. I watch the transformation with fascination–her initial disorientation giving way to sharp awareness in mere–seconds. Her remarkable self control reasserts itself as she surveys the cabin, noticing her sleeping children secured nearby.

“Christopher,” she says again, her voice now clear and controlled, “where are we?”