The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 199

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 199: I Don’t Need Your Sympathy

Angela POV

1 paced across the luxurious marble floors of my suite, stealing glances at the clock, Christopher had been absent for hours.

n their adjoining room

Aris and Ethan played quietly in

“Mommy, when can we go home? Ethan’s small voice called from the doorway.

“Soon, sweetheart,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Very soon.

My mind raced with possibilities

Christopher’s sudden absence was concerning was he arranging for get another relocation?

Planning some new manipulation?

Whatever it was, his disappearance gave

precious time to s search or

or any means of communication or escape.

I reached for the door, intent on investigating the villa while he was away, when it swung open unexpectedly. Christopher stood before me, dressed in a casual linen suit I’d never seen before.

““Angela.” My name on his lips carried an unmistakable note of joy.

“Where have you been?” I asked, keeping my voice deliberately cold

“Handling some urgent business matters.” His smile remained unfaltering, as though my frosty reception couldn’t touch him.

I ran my eyes critically over his new attire. “Business matters require a costume change?”

playful

existence.

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smile touched his lips. “So you do notice what I wear. I was beginning to think you were completely indifferent to my

1 forced myself to remain composed. “We need to talk, Christopher. Somewhere private.”

“Of course,” He gestured down the hallway, “Would you like to discuss things over dinner? The chef has prepared Mediterranean seafood specialties.”

“I’m not hungry,” I replied. “Let’s go to the front terrace. I need some fresh air.”

As we walked through the marble corridor lined, Christopher removed his linen jacket and draped it over my shoulders in one fluid. intimate motion.

“The evening sea breeze can be cool,” he murmured, his voice gentle.

My instinct was to shrug it off immediately–reject any pretense of intimacy between us. But David’s revelations about Christopher’s childhood flashed through my mind.

The terrace extended over the cliff edge, offering an unobstructed view of the Mediterranean stretching endlessly before us.

Under different circumstances, the beauty might have been breathtaking. Now, it only emphasized our isolation.

“I knew something about you,” I said quietly, turning to

to face him directly.

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Chapter 199: I Don’t Need Your Sympathy

His expression sharpened insotly. “What about me?

“About your mother?

‘Christopher’s body tensed, his easy charm vanishing as his face hardened into an impenetrable mask.

“Angela,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous lower register,

everyone has the privilege of knowing my personal matters.”

Not even friends?” I challenged. “Sean and I always considered you close friend.”

“Friends?” He gave a short, cold laugh. “Is that what we were?”

I watched his struggle for composure, seeing glimpses of the wounded child beneath the controlled exterior.

“I never mentioned these things to you,” he continued, regaining some control, “because I didn’t want your approach to be based on sympathy, But now that you know–it was David who told you?”

“I asked him,” I quickly clarified, not wanting David to suffer for helping me. “It’s not his fault.”

Christopher’s expression softened. “Angela, always so kind, even now. He reached toward my face, his fingers stopping just short of contact. Always protecting others.”

I tried a different approach. “Christopher, your past doesn’t have to define your future. Real friends can help you move beyond the

shadones –

That’s all in the past,” he interrupted sharply. “I’d rather not discuss it further.”

He moved closer, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper. “I promise you, I will never treat you the way my father treated my mather. I’ll be a good husband to you, and a good father to Aria and Ethan.”

The presumption in his words chilled me.

“Christopher, I can’t give you what you want. I won’t give you what you want.”

He completely ignored my rejection, his mind seemingly unable to process it. “You’ve barely eaten today. You must be hungry.”

“If you continue refusing to genuinely communicate,” I warned, “I’ll refuse to see you at all”

He smiled indulgently. “Angela, on this island, we live together. We can’t avoid seeing each other.”

“Is that what you want?” I pressed. To wait until our relationship is completely destroyed, until we can’t even be ordinary friends, before you’re willing to let go?”

His hands gripped my shoulders, his gaze intensely focused on mine.I will never let go.

Without warning. Christopher swept me into his arms, carrying me toward the master bedroom. Terror flooded through me as I struggled against his bold.