The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 276

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex Wife

Chapter 276: Blood on Her Hair

Sean POV

I was holding a slive of pizza up to Aria’s thooth, her little hands wing as the pizzled and tried grab it herself, when I heard it -shouting, a commotion metside the dining room.

My hand frere, the pizza dangling mid air Angela had been gone to jee bathroom for way

long, and something didn’t feel tight.

My gut twisted, I dropped the fork, pushed my chair back, and stood up

“I’ll be right back.” | said to Victoria, who looked up with a frown. (didn’t wait for her to ask questions–just headed straight for

the women’s bathroom

When I got there, the door was half open, and I saw her. Angela wa head.

ent, limp, with Gi

jeeling beside her, cradling her

When I got there, the door was half–open, and I saw her. Angela was on the floor, limp, with Giulia kneeling beside her, cradling her head. My heart dropped into my stomach.

I rushed in, dropping to my knees and pulling her into my arms.

“Angela? Angle, come on…” Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow–she was out cold. I held her tight, brushing her dark hair

back, and that’s when I felt it something wet and sticky on my fingers.

I pulled my hand away

way and saw the blood, bright red against her black hair, streaking down toward her temple. Panic hit me like a punch to the chest.

“What the hell? She’s bleeding!”

Giulia’s face was pale, her hands trembling as she gripped Angela’s shoulder. “It was a blonde woman–she pushed her. I saw

be just as I came in.

“Blonde woman?” I repeated, my mind racing.

“Call an ambulance—none! My legs felt weak, like they might give out, but I held Angels tighter, pressing my h to slow the bleeding.

hand against her head

She’d been through so much–years of pain, betrayal, fighting to keep our family together–and we’d finally gotten a taste of peace.

A damn Christmas vacation in Italy, laughing with the kids, and now this?

Why did she always end. up hurt?

lobby.” I said, sliding my arms under her knees and shoulders. She was light, too light, and it scared

“We need to move her.

her to the lob

me how still she was.

Giulia nodded, scrambling up to help. We carried her out, her head leating against my chest, and a couple of security guards trailed us, already on their radios calling for help.

The resort lobby was

sault, all polished wood and

Eights, but it felt wrong–like the calm before a storm.

[set Angela down on a cushioned bench near the front desk, keeping her head in my lap.

“Who was she, Giulia? The blonde–do you know her? My voice was light, barely holding it together.

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Giulia shook her bead, her dick eyes wide. “I don’t know her name. I can check the lobby canteras. I’ll recognize İser,”

4′′ | mattered, nodding. “Good, We’ll find bec.*

“Canselas,”

w her fare–sharp features, ponytail, fancy clothes. We

My mind was spinning.

Was this an accident? Some random lunatic?

Or was it planned? Christopher’s name flashed though my head–hd always wanted Angela, obsessed over her, but hurting her?

That wasn’t his style, He’d rather charm her than break her.

Blonde…

A cold realization hit me, and my jaw clenched. I’d told her years ago to stay the hell out of our lives. If it was her if she’d dared touch Angela again I’d make sure she regretted it.

The lobby doors burst open, and Victoria, Alexander, and Angela’s day, John, rushed in with the

kids

– Aria’s little face crumpled when she saw Angela in my arms.

“Mommy!” she cried, running over, her voice breaking into sobs when Angela didn’t respond.

Ethan was quieter, his small hand grabbing Angela’s limp one, holding it tight like he could wake her up. were huge, scared.

His

green eyes–my eyes-

John dropped beside me, his voice rough. “Sean, what happened? How’d she get hurt?”

“Someone pushed her,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know whot, but I’ll find out. I swear I will.” My hands were still shaking, Smearing Angela’s blood on my shirt.

Victoria knelt by Aria, pulling her into a hug, while Giulia murmured to Ethan in Italian, rubbing his back.

The kids

s were a mess, and I hated it–hated that they had to see

see the

The wail of an ambulance siren cut through the air, and relief hit me hard.

“They’re here,” I said, standing as paramedics rushed in with a stretcher.

I lifted Angela onto it, stepping back as they strapped her in. Her face was slack, blood still trickling from the gash on her forehead.

“Victoria,” I said, turning to her, “can you stay with the kids? I need to go with Angela.”

But before she could answer, Aria wailed louder, clinging to my leg. “Not I wanna go with Mommy!”

Ethan didn’t say anything, just tightened his grip on Angela’s hand, his jaw set like he wasn’t letting go either.

“Sean, they won’t stay,” Victoria said, her voice soft but firm. “They need to be with her.”

I cursed under my breath–this wasn’t the first time they’d seen her hurt, and I’d promised Ethan after the last mess that I’d keep

and that cut deeper than anything. I’d failed him again. her safe. He wouldn’t even look at me now,

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“Tine,” I said, hoarse. “They y come with us.”

going

too,” John added, his face ashen. I nodded, and we piled into the ambulance–me, John, and the Fids, Aria sobbing into my side, Ethan staring at Angela like he could will her awake.

“I’m leaving you a

and Alexander to check the cameras.” I told Giulia over the chaos. “You saw that woman, right? Get me her face.”

Giulia nodded fast. “I speak Italian, I’ll handle it. As soon as we get the video, I’ll send i

it to you.”

“Thanks,” I said, my throat tight. Alexander clapped my shoulder, his usual calm replaced with something grim.

They’d figure it out–I trusted them. The ambulance doors slammed shut, and we sped off.

At the hospital, they wheeled Angela straight

into

the ER.

Ethan sitting stiff and silent.

I paced the waiting room, John beside me, Aria curled up in a chair still sniffling. D

My phone buzzed after what felt like forever–Giulia.

She’d sent a screenshot from the lobby camera. It was grainy, the lighting dim, but I’d know that face anywhere.

Christina.

Her sharp jaw, that damn ponytail–she hadn’t changed a bit. Rage boiled up, hot and bitter.

kids watching their She’d crossed a line this time, and I wasn’t letting it slide. Not with Angela’s blood on my hands, not with my k mum bleed out again.

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