The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 48

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 48: How Did Your Lipstick End Up On His Mouth?

Angela POV

Sean finally released my wrist and turned away, striding toward the door. The moment he left. I couldn’t help but let out a mocking

Through the door, I heard Sean’s irritated voice. “What do you want?!

I froze. In all our years

our years of knowing each other, I had never heard Sean speak to Christina with such obvious annoyance.

“Sean, I just… I need to borrow sleepwear from Angela. Sarah didn’t prepare the guest room properly….”

I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. Was she really here just to borrow sleepwear?

Or was it an excuse to check up on me? Or perhaps she was looking for a chance to get closer to Sean?

When I opened the bedroom door, the tableau before me was exactly what I’d expected

Christina stood too close to Sean. Her fingers fidgeted with her Cartier bracelet, drawing attention to her delicate waists.

She’d positioned herself perfectly in the warm glow of the crystal chandelier, the light catching the red highlights in her hair.

Oh, Angela!” Her surprise seemed genuine, though we both knew it wasnt. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I just needed to borrow some sleepwear

As she spoke, her eyes traveled over me with careful attention, searing for any tell–tale signs of intimacy with Sean–a misplaced hair, smudged makeup, or wrinkled clothing that might betray what had trampired between us moments ago.

I met her gaze steadily. Of use Come in–the closet this w

Sean’s eyes followed us as we moved past him, his expression unreadable. The small cut at the corner of his mouth seemed darker Tow, more pronounced againal his tanned sk

The walk in closet was a testament to the Ufestyle Id married into ows of designer clothing, shelves of carefully arranged accessories, all bathed in soft, flattering light.

Christina’s eyes darted around, her expression darkaning before she rced a smile, her voice thick with envy.

Your closet is absolutely beautiful, Angela. Sean really takes good of you, doesnt he?

I didn’t answer her. Instead, I thought to myself, wont all of this be yours soon enough?

As soon as we were out of Sean’s earshot, her demeanor shifted. The ulnerability vanished, replaced by something harder, more calculating

“You promised,” she said quietly, her voice tight with controlled anger. “You said you’d leave after Elizabeth’s surgery

I turned to face bet, keeping my expression neutral. The surgery was postponed.”

Thats bot

we agreed to

wann 1. But circumstances change.

Elizabeth needs support right now–surely

that

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Chapter 48: How Did Your Lipstick End Up On His Mouth?

Her fingers tightened around her bracelet. “Don’t pretend this is abot Elizabeth. I saw how you looked at Sean tonight, How he

looked at you,”

A laugh almost escaped me then–not because it was funny, but because it was so absurd.

Did she really think Sean had fallen in love with me? If Sean truly led me, he wouldn’t have asked for a divorce, let alone deny the existence of our child.

I’ve kept my word,” I said carefully. “I’ve kept my word–1 haven’t interfered with you and Sean.”

Christina’s eyes narrowed accusingly. “I saw your lipstick on Sean’s ulls. Were you two kissing in the bathroom?”

what you think,” I replied evenly. “I didn’t initiate the kiss.

“Oh Christina’s voice dripped with sarcasm. Then how did your tick end up on his mouth?”

“Sean kissed me. He

e initiated it.”

Christina stumbled slightly, her eyes widening in disbelief. That’s impossible! How could Sean possibly want to kiss you?”

I met her gaze steadily. “Whether you believe it or not, I’ve never broken our agreement. I’ve never made the first move with Sean.”

I paused, then added pointedly, “Why don’t you ask Sean about it? Why do you always come after me instead? Are you afraid to confront him?”

“You want to know something interesting, Christina?” I said, my voice soft but clear. “We could stand here all night, arguing about who has the right to what, who promised what to whom. Or we could accept that maybe, just maybe, the agreements we made

before don 1 matter anymore.”

She stilled, her eyes narrowing. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that perhaps it’s time to stop playing games. Elizabeth’s condition is serious–you know that. She needs stability right now, not drama.”

For a moment, something like uncertainty flickered across her perfect features. Then, slowly, she nodded.

“You’re right,” she said, her voice softening. “T… I shouldn’t have come at you like this. I’m just worried about Elizabeth too.

I handed her the pajamas, noting how her fingers trembled slightly