The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 277

Ex–Wife

Chapter 277: No More Chances

Sean POV

It’s late when Giulia and I get to the airport.

The place is buzzing–people dragging suitcases, announcements cadding over the speakers–but all I can think about is Angela lying in that hospital bed, het head stitched up, still not niwake,

Christina’s face is burned into my brain now. I should’ve known shpall something like this again. She’s been a ticking bomb since the day I cut her out of our lives,

The police meet us near the security gates.

Giulia’s already called them, explained everything. I watch as they move toward the boarding area, where Giulia says Christina’s trying to catch a flight out of Italy.

My hands are fists in my pockets. She’s not getting away this time.

it doesn’t take long. The cops come back with her, her blonde punyt

swinging as she walks between them, hands cuffed. She spots

me and freezes, her eyes lighting up for a split second like she’s actually happy to see me.

Then she sees my face–red, furious–and her smile drops.

“Sean?” she says, like she’s confused. “What’s this about?”

“You know damn well what this is about. Angela’s in the hospital because of you. Again.”

Her mouth opens, then shuts. She shifts, glancing at the cops, then back at me.

“It wasn’t like that. I just wanted to say hi to her. She acted like she didn’t even know me–started yelling at me. I pulled her arm. sure, but the Boor was wet. She slipped. It’s not my fault?”

I can’t hold it in anymore. My voice comes out loud, raw, cutting through the airport noise.

“She’s got amnesia, Christina! Her head’s already messed up from before, and you showed her into a sink! You better pray she wakes up soon. If–if she doesn’t, if there’s anything worse, you’re done. I make sure you rot in prison for the rest of your life. Your family won’t have a dime left to stand on in New York when I’m through with you.”

Her face goes pale, but she doesn’t argue back. The cops pull her away, and Giulia steps up beside me.

“I told them what I saw,” she says quietly, “I’ll testify. She’s not wiggling out of this.”

“Thanks,” I mutter, my chest still tight. I call up the best lawyer I know in New York–some shark named Daniel Weiss. He’s on the next flight out. This time, I’m not letting Christina off with a slap on the wrist. She’s going to jail.

Her parents show up at the station later, all teary–eyed and desperate. Her mom grabs my arm, pleading. “Sean, please. It was an accident. She didn’t mean it. We’ll make sure she stays away–just don’t ruin her life over this.”

I pull my arm back, staring them down. “She could’ve killed Angela, ty kids could’ve lost their mom. You don’t get to beg for mercy

They shrink back, and I walk out. No more chances.

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Chapter 277. No More Chances

The halls are dim, the beeping machines the only sound. I peek into Angela’s room and fold out bed, asleep

Victoria and the kids ended up on the

Aria’s got fer arm flung mer Ethan, her little snotes filling the quiet thon’s in a chair next to Angels, his head resting on his hand, watching her like she might vanish if he looks away.

“Hey,” I say, keeping my voice low. “Go get som

I’ll take over.

“No. I want to be here when she wakes up” His tone’s cold, clipped,

He doesn’t look at me, but I feel it–the blame.

He’s not saying it, but I know he thinks this is on me. Christina wouldn’t have come after Angela if it weren’t for our history. And he’s right. I brought this into her life.

I don’t argue. I just grab a chair and sit on the other side of her bed. We don’t t her, stuck in this mess I made.

talk, thon and me–just sit there, two guys who love

The night drags on, my back aching against the hard plastic, but I don’t move.

Morning comes slow. The doctor shows up for rounds, checking her chart. I stand, my voice rough from no sleep.

“When’s she gonna wake up? It’s been too long.”

He flips a page, calm as ever. “Her injuries aren’t severe. The blood clot’s cleared, stitches are holding. She should soon. Just be patient.”

Patient. Easy for him to say.

d come around

I nod anyway, then head out to grab breakfast for the kids. Victoria’s awake when I leave, rubbing her eyes, and the kids are starting

to stir.

I hit the cafeteria, pick up some muffins and juice–nothing fancy, just something to keep them going.

When I get back, I hear it before I see it–laughter, light

light and loud, spilling out from the room.

My heart jumps. Angela?

I speed up, pushing the door open with my shoulder. The kids are on her bed, giggling, their arms around her. Jhon’s crouched beside her, smiling soft, saying something I can’t catch

She’s awake. Relief hits me so hard my knees almost give out.

“Angle, you’re up?” I say, stepping in, the muffins still in my hands

1 grin, waiting for her to light up like she always

does w