The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 92

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 92: The Day It All Ended

Sean POV

The streets of Manhattan were alive with Christmas preparations as descended the r

My hands wouldn’t stop trembling as I pushed through the holiday cred

Salvation Army bells rang out nearby, their cheerful sound mixing with carola drifting from storefronts, creating a cacophony that

made me want to scream

All I could really hear anyway was the echo of Angela s voice from the night before

“I love him. I love Christopher.”

The words had haunted me through my sleepless night, and now they seemed to reverber

courthouse.

Away from her. My fingers clenched involuntarily, the ghost of her signature on those damned papers burning int

I forced myself to keep walking, to not turn around

I knew if I did, I might see Christopher waiting for her – Christopher, who had apparently loved her for years.

Christopher, who had been patient enough to wait for the perfect moment. Christopher, who now had taken for granted.

I arrived at the parking lot, got into the car, and finally found a moment of peace.

The moment I closed the car door, a sharp pain shot through my chest. My vision blurred slightly as 1 reached for my phone, Peters number on speed dial.

“Sir?” Peter’s voice came through clear and professional.

“I need…” I paused, drawing in a ragged breath. “I need you to pick up the car.

“Of course, Mr. Shaw. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I don’t think I should be driving right now.

A thought came unbidden, unwelcome. I pushed it away, along with the urge to run back up those courthouse steps and

Demand answers?

Beg her to reconsider?

was Sean Shaw, CEO of Shaw Group. I didn’t beg.

Evening found me in my private study at the Park Avenue penthouse, surrounded by the trappings of power that suddenly meant nothing.

The photograph of Angela that had always sat in the corner – a candid shot from a charity gala where she’d been laughing at

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Chapter 92: The Day It All Ended

something Elizabeth had said lay face down.

I couldn’t bear to look at it. Couldn’t beat in see the happiness in her eyes and wonder if it had ever been real.

The knock at my door was sharp, Only one person would dare interest me tonight,

“Enter,” I called out, not bothering to look up from the untouched glass of

otch in my hand.

Victoria’s heels clicked against the h

hardwood

od floors as she approached my desk. “Where is she?

My grip tightened on the glass, “Gone.”

“Gone where, Sean? What did you do?”

“What did I do?” I laughed, the sound harsh and foreign to my own the man she actually loves.”

I gave her exactly what she wanted – freedom to be with

Blake? Those ru

rumors are real?”

“The man she…” Victoria’s voice trailed off as understanding dawned Christopher B

My response was to drain my glass in one burning swallow.

“You’re a fool,” Victoria said quietly, “A blind, stubborn fool who can see what’s right in front of him.”

feet. “I saw the way he looked at her, touched her. I saw how she defended him, chose

I saw plenty,” I snapped, pushing to my fe over me again and again. I saw

“You saw what your jealousy wanted you to see, Victoria cut in. “Did you ever once ask her how she felt? Really asked, without accusations or assumptions?”

“She told me herself!” The words exploded from me as I slammed the glass down on my desk. “She said she loved him!”

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“And you believed her? Victoria’s eyebrow arched delicately, “The woman who’s spent two years protecting your reputation, supporting your grandmother, building a life with you despite your obvious affair with Christina – you really think she’d suddenly throw all that away for Christopher Blake?”

My phone buzzed on the desk – Christina s name flashing on the screen for the tenth time that evening. I ignored it, just as I’d ignored all her previous calls.

“Leave me alone Please.” I said quietly, dangerously.

Victoria moved toward the door but paused in the doorway. “You know what your real problem is, Sean?