The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 275

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 275:1 Was Your Friend–Until You Stole My Man!

Angela Pov

My memory’s been patchy since the accident, and I couldn’t place her face.

She was young, pretty–her makeup was perfect, sharp eyeliner and gossy lips that made her look like she’d stepped out of a magazine.

But there was something off about the way she was looking at me, like I’d just insulted her.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting from confused to annoyed. “What’s this act, Angela? Pretending you don’t know me?”

Her voice had a bite to it, and I caught the New York accent–sharp, dipped, familiar in a way that tugged at something fuzzy in my

brain.

I blinked, totally lost. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about F

Her attitudo was starting to piss me off, and I didn’t want to deal with this. “Look, my family’s waiting for me. I’ve gotta go.”

| turned toward the door, but she grabbed my arm, her manicured nails digging

In

“What’s with you?” she snapped. “You get Sean, become the billionaire’s wife, and now you’re too good to even say hi? You think you can just erase me?

Her words hit me like a slap, but I couldn’t make sense of them

Sean? Billionaire’s wife? My head throbbed, little flashes of something–arguments, tears–flickering in my mind, but nothing solid.

I rubbed my temple, trying to shake the headache.

“Let go,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “I don’t know what you’re on about.”

She didn’t let a

If anything, she got angrier, her grip tightening.

“You ruined my life, Angela. You never even apologized, and now you’re acting like this? Ungrateful bitch. I should’ve made sure your kid never happened–should’ve forced that miscarriage when I had the chance.”

My blood ran cold.

Kid. Miscarriage. Aria and Ethan’s faces flashed in my head, out there in the dining room, laughing over pasta.

What the hell had happened between me and this woman?

What kind of hate made someone say so

something that sick?

1 yanked my arm back, my voice sharp. “Let go, or I’m calling security.”

She laughed, bitter and loud. “Oh, there it is–the cold, fake Angela everyone falls for What, Sean’s not here to save you today?” She glanced over my shoulder, like she expected him to barge in. “Or maybe you didn’t pick Sean. You with Christopher now?”

Christopher. She even knew Christopher?!

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Chapter 275:1 Was Your Friend–Until You Stole My Man

My headache spiked, and 1 glated at her. “Who are you? Seriously, who the hell are you?”

She froze, her eyes widening like I’d just said something insane. “What’s wrong with you? You really don’t rememb

I didn’t answer. No way was I telling her about the amnesia–not unt! I knew what

her deal was.

“If you’re not gonna say who you are, I’m leaving. Whoever you are, we’re not friends.”

That set her off. Her face twisted, the perfect makeup cracking as she sneered.

“Friends? I was your friend–until you stole my man!” Her

n!” Her voice rose, and she stepped cloter, her whole vibe turning ugly.

I’d had enough. I turned to leave, pushing past her toward the door. But she lost it–grabbed my hair and yanked hard, screaming. “You wrecked my life, and you don’t even say sorry? You think you can just walk away?”

“Get off!” I shouted, twisting to shove her back. Her nails scratched my scalp, and I stumbled, my foot slipping on the wet tile. I went down hard, my head smacking the edge of the sink.

Pain exploded behind my eyes,

s, and I touched my forehead–my fingers came away red, sticky with blood.