The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: The Name in the Depths of Memory

Angela POV

You did well, Angela, Christopher said, reclining in his chair. His pression held approval, maybe even admiration.

The gap in my memory felt like an abyss, but my Instincts screamed hat something was wrong with this arrangement.

Since I’ve been cooperative,” I ventured, “Tu like a reward.”

Christopher leaned forward, interest sparking in his eyes. “What kind of reward?”

1 want to go out alone. Just for a while.” I gestured toward the window where the Mediterranean sparkled in the distance. “To feel the air, see the shops. I’ve been cooped up since my accident.”

His expression darkened immediately. “That’s not possible.”

Why not? You said we were engaged. Don’t you trust me

Christopher sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s not about trust, Angela. You’ve lost your memory. You don’t place–it’s a private island. You could get lost or hurt.”

“Or is it that you’re afraid I’ll escape? The words slipped out before could stop them.

know this

Something flashed in his eyes–anxiety, perhaps before he composed himself. “There’s no need for such dramatic language. Im protecting you, not imprisoning you.”

I crossed my arms. “Then let me go out. With minimal supervision.

“Angela-

I just want a little freedom,” I said, careful to mask my deeper suspicions. “Is that too much to ask from my fiancé?”

Christopher stood, approaching slowly until he knelt before me. “My eelings for you are real. Words can lie, but genuine emotion doesn’t. I understand your need for space, but I worry about your sality.”

His proximity made my skin crawl despite the tenderness in his voice

“Fine,” he conceded finally. “You can go out, but someone must accompany you. Your choice–any staff member, including female employees if that makes you more comfortable.”

I considered my options. “What about that man… the one who brought me here? David Chen?”

Christopher’s jaw tightened. “Why him specifically?”

“I don’t know, He seems… familiar somehow.”

“Ill need additional security then, Christopher countered. “David plas another staff member.”

“That’s unnecessary,” I protested.

“It’s non–negotiable. His tone brooked no argument.

When David Chen arrived, something stirred in me–not recognition exactly, but a lack of the revulsion I felt around Christopher.

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Chapter 232: The Name in the Depths of Memory.

David’s eyes met mine brielly pull and sunsething more complex swimming in their depths.

“Mrs. Wilson,” he acknowledged formally, but his voice held a gentless that striped personal

Christopher noticed my lack of discomfort around David, his expression hardening. “You’ll stay at least twenty feet behind her at all times, he instructed David. “Jack will drive.”

The shopping district gleamed with luxury boutiques, and cafés. Despite the beautiful surroundings, I couldnt relax with David trailing behind and Jack, hovering nemby.

At an upscale café, Jack excused himself to use the restroom, leaving David me momentarily alone.

“We knew each other before, didn’t we?” I asked David quietly when lock was out of earshot.

and gave a slight nod, his eyes meeting mine briefly. He sighed, thin looked at me with that guilty, sympathetic expression again.

“We’ve known each other for five years,” he added in a near–whisper

1 leaned closer, keeping my voice low. “Then you must know what’s really happening here.”

1 seized the opportunity. “Who am I really? What’s my relationshipth Christopher? I know he’s lying about being my farlo.

David’s eyes widened, then darted toward the restroom. “You’re right. You’re not engaged to him.”

“Then why am I here? What does he want from me?”

“Mrs. Wilson, 1-

“You’re not completely loyal to him, are you?” I pressed.

David’s hands tensed on the table. “It’s complicated.”

Jack returned before David could elaborate, forcing us to abandon the conversation. As we moved to a boutique, I maneuvered to put

distance between us and Jack.

“Do you remember anything important?” David whispered while I pretended to examine a silk scarf. “Anything about Sean?”

The name “Sean‘ struck me like an electric current, resonating through my body with unexpected force.

Though I couldn’t recall his face or voice, something profound stirred in the deepest recesses of my mind–a warmth, an ache, a powerful connection that transcended my conscious memory.

My heart quickened, my breath caught, as if my body remembered what my mind could not this person mattered to me immensely.

“Sean?” I managed to ask, my voice barely steady.

“You came here for him, David murmured, his eyes scanning for Jack “That’s why you’re here to save Sean Shaw. Christopher is using his safety to keep you compliant.”

My heart raced. “Who is Scan to me? Where is he?”

There’s no time to explain everything.” David whispered urgently.