The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 23

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 23: When the Wrong Name Slips

Sean POV

being crushed in a vice. Sunlight stabbed through my eyelids, making the pounding men worse.

I forced my ryes open, squinting at an unfamiliar ceiling.

Evan’s guest room.

The realization came slowly, along with fragmented memories of lat night. Expensive whiskey. Williams knowing smirk. Evan’s quiet concern. And underneath it all, a gnawing ache that had nothing to do with alcohol.

“Good morning. Evan’s voice came from the doorway, followed by the soft clink of glass against wood. “Water and aspirin when you’re ready.”

I managed to push myself up, ignoring the way the room tilted. “How did I end up here?”

“You insisted.” Evan settled into a chair by the window, his expression carefully neutral. “Rather forcefully, actually, when Christina offered to take you to her place.”

Christina. The name stirred something in my memory her voice, heavy with concern, floating through the haze of whiskey. But there had been someone else I’d wanted to see last night. Someone whose absence had felt like a physical wound..

“She was there?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure why it mattered.

“Showed up right after you passed out. Quite concerned about your wellbeing. Evan watched me with that penetrating gaze that always saw too much. “William drove her home.”

I reached for the water and aspirin, using the movement to avoid his eyes. “I should call her. Thank her for her concern.”

“Probably,” Evan agreed. “Though you might want to check your other missed calls first

alle first-

My phone sat on the bedside table, its screen lit up with notifications Christina’s messages from William.

s name a

appeared several times, along with

But it was another name that made my heart stutter Angela, timestamped 2:47 AM.

“She called?” The words scraped against my dry throat..

“After I reached out to her.” Evan’s tone was deliberately casual. “She deserved to know you were safe.

Something hot and uncomfortable curled in my chest. “You shouldn’t have worried her.”

“Shouldn 1 17 She’s still your wife, Sean. And despite what you both pretend, I don’t think this marriage is as purely business as you

claim.”

“It was an arrangement,” I said automatically, falling back on the explanation I’d repeated countless times. “For grandmrs sake. Nothing more.”

“Really?” Evan leaned forward, his expression serious. Then why did you completely you kept saying her name. Not Christina’s. Angela’s.”

Aty fingers tightened around the water glass. Had I really called for her?

keep asking

asking for her last night? Before you passed out

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The admission felt dangerous, Nike acknowledging it might crack ape something I worked hard to keep contained.

was drunk.

“Exactly. And drunk men, as they say, speak sober thoughts. Evan posed, something knowing in his eyes. “She came to the club.

last night.”

The glass froze halfway to my lips. “What?”

“I saw her car in the p

parking lot. But she never came inside. I

I think she saw Christina arrive and decided to leave instead.”

he have stayed if Christina

“That’s ridiculous, 1 snapped, but the words felt hollow, Would she have come if I’d asked? Would she hadn’t shown up?

A knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts. William’s voice carried through the door: “Visitor for the invalid.”

Christina swept in before I could respond, looking fresh and perfect in a pale pink sundress

The sight of her should have sparked something desire, affection, anything. Instead, I felt my shoulders tense.

“Sean, darling. How are you

are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice sliding into its usual controlled tone. “Thank you for your concern last night.”

“Of course.” She perched on the edge of the bed, her hand reaching for mine. “I was so worried. You never drink like that.”

“I should get home,” I said, already moving to stand. “Change before the office.”

u can’t possibly be thinking of working today,” Christina protested. “You need rest. Doctor’s orders.”

“You can

But I was already reaching for my jacket, needing to escape the suffocating concern in her voice. “I have meetings that can’t wait.”

“At least let me drive you,” she offered. “My car’s right outside.”

e it,” Evan cut in smoothly. “We’re headed to the same building anyway.”

“I’ll handle it,”

Something flickered across Christina’s perfect features frustration? disappointment? – but her smile never wavered. “Of course. I’ll check on you later, Sean.”

After

she left, I struggled with my tie, my usually steady hands betraying me. Evan watched for

r several moments before speaking.

“You know, for someone so brilliant at business strategy, you can be remarkably blind about certain things.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning that maybe it’s s time to ask yourself why you really got drunk last night. Why you kept asking for Angela, not Christina. Why the thought of Angela seeing Christina at the club bothers you so much

“You’re reading too much into this,” I said flatly, though something in my chest twisted at his words.

*Plans change, Evan noted quietly. “People change. Feelings change

“Not these feelings. But I couldn’t meet his eyes in the mirror. “Christina and I… we have history.”

“So do you and Angela. Longer history, actually.” He moved to help with my mangled tie. “The question is, after all these years, do

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you actually know what – as

vou really wani?

I stared at my reflection, at the perfectly knotted tie that felt suddenly too tight.

Last night’s drinking hadn’t been about the Lawrence Capital deal, grandmother upcoming surgery, ne even Christina’s constant presence.

It had been about Angela

About the way shed looked at

me when I’d forced her to stay in the partment.

About the pregnancy joke that had felt more like a punch to the gu

About watching her with Nathan Harrison, seeing the

be gentle way he touched her hair, the soft concern in his voice when he called

“I need coffee.” I said instead of answering Evan’s question. And the quarterly reports better be on my desk by nine.”

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