The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 87

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex Wife

Chapter 87: I Don’t Want A Divorce Anymore!

Angels Po

lp the next morning, Sean wash 1 home. Remembering we still hadn’t set a time to handle the divorce paperwork. 1.

‘Angela.” He sounded distant already. I’m heading into the quarterly hard meeting.

↑ 1 fofted my voice to remain steady. “We need to talk about the divoro proceedings. Now that Elizabeth’s surgery was successful…

I

I can’t discuss this right now. I heard papers shuffling in the background. The board is waiting.”

“Sean-

The line went dead.

lis attitude felt strange to me. Was he trying to

o avoid t the divorce? But why would he do that?

After breakfast, despite the lingering pain in my right leg where ferinifer had kicked me, I decided to visit Elizabeth

She sat propped against plush pillows, her silver hair perfectly coiffed despite her recent surgery. The sight of her made m

squeeze with affection.

“Angela, darling.” Her face lit up as I entered. “I was hoping you’d come by.”

I moved to adjust her pillows, relief washing over me at the healthy color in her cheeks. How are you feeling?”

heart

ong. The doctors say everything went perfectly. Though

“Much better, thanks to y you.” She caught my hand, her grip surprisingly strong. must say, I’m surprised Sean isn’t with you today.”

I managed what I hoped was a convincing smile. “He’s caught up in board meetings.”

“Meetings?‘ Her eyes narrowed slightly in that way that always made me feel transparent. That boy… he works too hard sometimes. Victoria was just saying the same thing yesterday.”

Before I could respond, Dr. Carter appeared in the doorway with news of Elizabeth’s remarkable recovery.

As I watched her beam at the prospect of returning home soon, I felt my throat tighten. How many more times would I be able to care for her like this?

Evening found me back at the penthouse, the city lights beginning to twinkle to life outside the windows.

Michael stood in the foyer, his usually perfect posture slightly stiff as he delivered Sean’s message.

“Mrs. Shaw.” He cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Mr. Shaw asked me to inform you that he won’t be home tonight. There are some urgent matters at the office that require his attention.”

From her spot by the window, Victoria looked up sharply. “Work? Is it really so busy that he needs to hide in his office all day and work late into the night?”

“The merger season is particularly intense right now, Mrs. Shaw, Michael replied smoothly, though I caught the st his voice. “Mr. Shaw is personally overseeing several critical deals.”

hesitation in

Victoria’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “Of course he is.”

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Chapter 87: I Don’t Want A Divorce Anymore!

She turned to me, her eyes softening with concern. “Darling, you shouldn’t let him get away with this behavior. A wife has certain

rights, you know.”

I thought Victoria must have misunderstood. She probably assumed Sean was meeting with Christina. But I didn’t know how to explain to Victoria that Sean was actually avoiding the divorce discussion with me.

In the middle of the night, as I was drifting off to sleep, 1 felt a weight press down and something brush against my face. When ! opened my eyes, I caught Sean’s lips quickly sweeping across my cheek.

Sean jerked back immediately. “1… I was just checking if you were covered properly,” he stammered, uncertainty coloring his voice. “The nights are getting colder.”

Before I could respond, Sean walked into the bathroom.

I touched my lips, feeling them warm and moist with the scent of whiskey lingering.

So he wasn’t really c

checking my blanket–he was kissing me?!

This realization shocked and confused me. Why would he suddenly kiss me?

But I couldn’t ask him now. I was too tired and didn’t want to start another argument in the middle of the night. I pulled the blanket tighter around me, deciding to pretend nothing had happened.

As the steady sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, I drifted back to sleep.

The next morning when I woke up, he was still not home. Was he avoiding me again? I decided to go to his office to find him. But when I arrived, there was no sign of him there either.

Emily appeared in the doorway.

“He’s been in meetings since dawn,” Emily offered, holding out a stack of quarterly reports.

“But he left these for you to sign.”

I gestured for Emily to place the files on the desk. After she left, I picked up my phone and dialed Sean’s number.

“Where are you?”

About to enter another meeting. His voice sounded distant, distracted.

“Stop hiding behind work, Sean.” I fought to keep my voice steady, though anger threatened to break through. “We need to discuss the divorce. You’re the one who wanted this, remember?”

A long pause followed, filled only by the sound of his breathing. After a long pause, he finally spoke,

“I don’t want a divorce anymore!”