The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 230

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 230: The First Lie Exposed

Angels POV

Hello?”

I hesitated, unsure how to address this woman who had answered my father’s phone. Was she his secretary? A friend? His new partner, perhaps?

“Hello… ma’am,” I said cautiously. “I’m trying to reach John Wilson.”

There was a pause, then: “Angela? Is that you? Why are you speaking to me so formally?”

The surprise in her voice confirmed my suspicion–we knew each other. The warmth in her tone suggested our relationship wasn’t strained.

“I’m sorry,” I replied carefully. “My phone was damaged, so I’m using a new number.”

“Your phone broke? What happened? Are you alright?” Genuine concern filled her voice, a stark contrast to Christopher’s characterization of my family relationships.

“I’m fine, just a few… technical issues. L kept my answer vague, watching the doorway from the corner of my eye. Had I seen a shadow pass by?

“Has something happened, dear?” she continued, her voice softening further. “You know you can always come home if there’s any problem. Since you moved back to New York, you’ve barely kept in touch. You should call home immediately if anything’s wrong.”

Come home? My heart stuttered at the phrase. Christopher had told me my father and his new family barely acknowledged my existence, that they had no interest in my life. This woman’s words painted an entirely different picture.

A flicker of movement caught my eye–definitely someone outside the door. Listening.

I made a split–second decision to test the waters. “My problems are none of your business,” I said coldly, forcing harshness into my

voice.

“Angela?” The woman sounded taken aback, confused. “Are you in a bad mood today? Or is something not going well with your

business venture?”

My own business? Another piece of information Christopher had conveniently omitted.

“Yes, I’m in a bad mood,” I said, softening slightly. “I should rest now Goodbye.”

I ended the call, my mind racing as I tucked the phone away. Christopher had lied–my first concrete evidence that he wasn’t being truthful about my past. What else was he hiding?

I took a deep breath, moving carefully toward the door. My body still felt weak, and I steadied myself against the wall as a wave of dizziness passed through me.

When I opened the door, Jack stood there, his posture too casual to be natural.

“Mrs. Wilson, are you going somewhere?” he asked immediately.

“Just for a walk,” I replied, studying his face. Had he been the shadow I’d seen? Had he been listening to my conversation?

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