The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 225

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 225: Was She Hurt?

Christopher POV

I pushed open the door to my Mediterranean villa, muscles tense from a long day of meetings. Good to be back. The thought of Angela waiting upstairs made the fatigue worth it.

Vanessa Mitchell appeared in the entrance hall, rushing toward me with open arms.

“Christopher! Finally! I’ve been waiting all day!”

I stared at her, cold and direct. “Vanessa. What are you doing here?”

She reached for my hand, her smile faltering slightly. “I missed you. When I heard you were in the Mediterranean, I had to see you.”

I pulled my hand away and scanned the room. “Where’s Jack?”

“Jack? Somewhere around.” She waved dismissively. “Aren’t you happy to see me? I came all this way-”

“Jack!” I called, cutting her off.

He appeared from a side hallway, face professionally blank. “Sir.”

“Get Ms. Mitchell out. Now.”

Vanessa’s smile vanished. “You can’t be serious! I flew across an ocean for you!”

“Didn’t ask you to,” I said, already heading for the stairs. “I have business to handle.”

“More important than me?” Her voice sharpened. “Like that Wilson woman upstairs?”

I stopped. Turned slowly. Vanessa took a step back when she saw my face.

“What did you just say?”

Jack shifted his weight. “Sir, Mrs. Wilson arrived as scheduled. Miss Mitchell was already here when we returned.”

“Angela Wilson is nothing but trouble,” Vanessa said, eyes narrowed. She’s manipulating you. Locked in that room all day without making a sound. It’s all calculated.”

I locked eyes with Jack. “All day without a sound?”

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Jack’s expression tightened. “Mrs. Wilson has been in the guest suite since arrival, sir.”

“When was that?”

“About three hours ago.”

I took the stairs two at a time. Something was wrong. Angela wouldn’t stay silent for hours, not when she came to find Shaw.

I threw open the guest suite door and froze.

Angela lay on the marble floor, one arm outstretched, dark hair spread around her pale face. Blood had pooled near her head.

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Chapter 225: Was She Hurt?

Angelal I dropped beside her fingers finding her pulse, Steady but weak. Jack! Get the doctor here. Now!

I lifted her carefully, noting how light she felt in my arms. Her skin was cool, breathing shallow. As I placed her on the bed, I saw the dark bruise at her temple with a cut in the center.

“What happened?” I deinanded, eyes not leaving Angela.

Jack stood in the doorway, phone at his ear. “The doctor is coming,

Vanessa appeared behind him with fake concern. “Oh my, is she hurt 1 had no idea.”

“What did you do?” My words came out like ice.

“Me? Nothing!” Her voice rose defensively. “Maybe she fell. These marble floors are slippery.”

“Christopher,” she continued, stepping closer, “you can’t care this much about her. After everything between us-

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get. Out.” I faced her, no longer hiding my contempt. “I don’t have time for this.”

Vanessa’s eyes filled with tears. “You’re choosing her over me?”

I turned back to Angela, moving her hair to examine the wound. The angry gash against her pale skin made my blood boil.

“Why does she have a head wound?” I asked, voice dangerously low.

“I don’t know.” Vanessa’s composure cracked. “Maybe when she fell-

“Eell? Or was pushed?” I stood to my full height. “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing! I just asked her to stay in the room!”

“Get out of my house.” My hands clenched into fists. “If I see you here again, I won’t control myself.”

Her face crumpled. “Christopher, you can’t-

“NOW!” The word echoed through the room.

Vanessa fled, sobbing as she ran down the hallway.

The doctor arrived minutes later. I watched him examine Angela, clean and dress the wound.

“The injury is about three hours old,” he said, turning to me. “What happened?”

I fixed my gaze on Jack. “I want to know that myself.”

Jack looked at the floor. “Sir, when we arrived with Mrs. Wilson, Miss Mitchell was here. There was… a problem. Miss Mitc!

pushed Mrs. Wilson, and she hit her head on the floor.”

“And you did nothing.” Not a question.