The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 71

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 71: Jerking Off to Her Picture

Sean POV

I stood in the darkness of our bedroom, watching Angela sleep. She lay curled on her side, and even in the dim light, I could see the traces of dried tears on her cheeks. The sight made something in my chest tighten uncomfortably.

Evan’s words from earlier at the Plaza har kept echoing in my head:

You can’t h

have it both ways, Sean. You can’t keep playing this game with both of them.”

I’d brushed off his concern at the time, but now, watching Angela’s troubled sleep, those words carried a different weight.

She seemed different lately–more withdrawn, less energetic.

The Angela I knew would never miss our morning meetings, yet lately she’d been arriving late, looking pale and tired,

Without thinking, I reached out to smooth the worry lines from her forehead. My fingers were still cold from the scotch glass, and the contact made her eyes snap open, immediately alert and wary.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice was rough with sleep but sharp with accusation. “Shouldn’t you be at the hospital with Christina?

withdrew my hand slowly, noting how she shifted away from my touch. “We need to talk about your lunch with Christopher today,”

A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she pushed herself up. “That’s rich, coming from you. Did you enjoy your midnight strawberry hunt for Christina? The Instagram post was quite touching.”

“Don’t deflect. You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with Christopher since his return.” I couldn’t keep the edge from my voice. “And let’s not forget your cozy conversations with Nathan Harrison.”

“Are you having me followed now?” Angela’s voice dripped with derision. “How thoughtful of you to take such an interest in my social life, considering you can barely spare a moment away from Christina’s hospital bedside.”

This is

isn’t about Christina.”

I moved closer, bracing my hands on the bed, “What I want to know is why Christopher Blake suddenly seems to be everywhere you are. The lunch dates, the private conversations, the way his car lingers outside Shaw Tower-”

“Stop.” She held up a hand, her voice tight with controlled anger. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it? A marriage of convenience, each of us free to pursue our own interests?”

“Is that what Christopher is to you? An interest?”

Before I could stop myself, I closed the distance between us, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Angela remained rigid for a moment before shoving me away, her palm connecting sharply with my chest.

“If you’re looking for a sex toy, go find Christina!”

I stepped back, her words hitting me like a physical blow,

How could I explain this surge of emotion that had driven me to kiss her?

Every time I imagined her with another man–having lunch with Christopher, smiling at Nathan–something inside me snapped. I’d come here tonight intending to comfort her, to have a real conversation.

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Chapter 71: Jerking Off to Her Picture

How had it turned Into another light?

The silence that followed was deafening. Angela turned away first, lying back down with deliberate casualness.

“We should get some rest. Elizabeth has her hospital appointment tomorrow morning.”

I stood there for a long moment, watching as sise pulled the covers up and effectively dismissed me,

The familiar scent of her perfume seemed to mock me, reminding me of countless nights when the line between business and pleasure had blurred dangerously.

In my study, I poured another scotch, though the one from the Plaz still sat heavy in my stomach. My phone lit up with a text from Christina, but for once, I ignored it..

Instead, I found myself scrolling through photos of Angela–moment captured over our two years of marriage.

Her laughing with Elizabeth over Sunday brunch,

her concentrated expression during board meetings,

her peaceful face as she dozed against my shoulder during late–night car rides home.

Evan’s parting words haunted me: “You need to be honest with yourself, Sean. Could you really watch her build a life with someone else? Because that’s where this path leads,”

The ache was a living thing now, throbbing in my chest and lower stil. I shoved my pants down, boxers too, my cock springing free -hard, leaking already.

I gripped it tight, staring into her frozen eyes as my hand moved, rough and fast. I pictured her beneath wet heat swallowing me whole, her moans filling the air.