LittleNovelChapter 230 3/3 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 230: The First Lie Exposed Angels POV Hello?" I hesitated, unsure how to address this woman who had answered my father's phone. Was she his secretary? A friend? His new partner, perhaps? "Hello... ma'am," I said cautiously. "I'm trying to reach John Wilson." There was a pause, then: "Angela? Is that you? Why are you speaking toso formally?" The surprise in her voice confirmed my suspicion-we knew each other. The warmth in her tone suggested our relationship wasn't strained.
"I'm sorry," I replied carefully. "My phone was damaged, so I'm using a new number." "Your phone broke? What happened? Are you alright?" Genuine concern filled her voice, a stark contrast to Christopher's characterization of my family relationships.
"I'm fine, just a few... technical issues. L kept my answer vague, watching the doorway from the corner of my eye. Had I seen a shadow pass by? "Has something happened, dear?" she continued, her voice softening further. "You know you can always chif there's any problem. Since you moved back to New York, you've barely kept in touch. You should call himmediately if anything's wrong." Chome? My heart stuttered at the phrase. Christopher had toldmy father and his new family barely acknowledged my existence, that they had no interest in my life. This woman's words painted an entirely different picture.
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I made a split-second decision to test the waters. "My problems are none of your business," I said coldly, forcing harshness into my voice.
"Angela?" The woman sounded taken aback, confused. "Are you in a bad mood today? Or is something not going well with your business venture?" My own business? Another piece of information Christopher had conveniently omitted.
"Yes, I'm in a bad mood," I said, softening slightly. "I should rest now Goodbye." I ended the call, my mind racing as I tucked the phone away. Christopher had lied-my first concrete evidence that he wasn't being truthful about my past. What else was he hiding? I took a deep breath, moving carefully toward the door. My body still felt weak, and I steadied myself against the wall as a wave of dizziness passed through me. When I opened the door, Jack stood there, his posture too casual to be natural.
"Mrs. Wilson, are you going somewhere?" he asked immediately.
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The staff didn't recognizeas a regular resident. I had no personal items visible anywhere in the villa, no photographs, nothing with my touch I was in a gilded cage, beautiful but confining nonetheless.
Yet, despite my growing certainty that Christopher was manipulating me, I didn't sense immediate danger. Whatever his motives, he seemed invested in maintaining the illusion that we were engaged, that he cared for my well-being.
That gavetime-tto learn more, to understand my situation Better before acting.
Jack hovered a few feet away, his attention never wavering, "Would you like to sit down, Mrs. Wilson? You're still recovering." I nodded, taking a seat on an elegant pachair. "Thank you, Jack.
As the sky darkened and stars began to emerge, I made my decision. I would temporarily play the role of his fiancée-confused but compliant, grateful for his care-while actively seeking opportunities to uncover more of the truth.
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