The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 294 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 294: Never Missing Her Again- Christopher POV After spending the night on Angela's couch, I woke to the smell of coffee brewing.

I found her sitting at her small kitchen table, face hen I entered the kitchen, her amber eyes bloodshot and weary. buried in her hands, a steaming mug in front of her. She looked up "I made coffee," she said, gesturing to the pot on the 7ae myself a cup and sat across from 18 ☐ counter. "Least could do after you draggedhlast night." the hangover? "Brutal." She winced, massaging her temples. "Christopher, I'm really sorry for being such a mess. That was... embarrassing.

"Don't worry about it." She hesitated, her fingers tapping nervously against her mug. "Did I say anything weird last night? I have a habit of talking too much when I drink." I laughed, though there was no real humor in it. "You mean about being in love with Sean for six years? That's hardly a state secret, Angela. Everyone can see it. Everyone except Sean himself." Her face fell, and I immediately regretted my bluntness.

"Maybe he's not oblivious," she said quietly. "Maybe he knows and just doesn't care. Maybe he doesn't loveback, so he doesn't see it." I took a sip of coffee to hide my expression. The irony wasn't lost on me. Here she was, blind to my feelings while lamenting Sean's blindness to hers. I wanted to say something-You're doing the sthing, Angela. You can't see that I've loved you since that day in the library-but the words stuck in my throat.

"His loss," I said instead.

spent the next few weeks trying to cheer her up. I'd show up at her apartment with terrible horror movies that we'd mock together. I'd "accidentally" spill drinks on pretentious guys who tried to hit on her at bars. I'd make up elaborate stories about Christina's plastic surgery disasters that weren't true but made Angela laugh despite herself.

On the surface, she seemed to be moving on. She smiled more. She even managed to hang out with all of us together-me, Sean, and Christina-at weekend picnics or group dinners, acting like nothing had happened. She'd laugh at Sean's jokes, congratulate Christina on her internship, pour wine for everyone with a steady hand. But I could see through it. I noticed how her smile would falter when she thought no one was looking. How she'd leave early from these gatherings with flimsy excuses. How she'd drink a little too much when Sean and Christina showed any affection.

I wanted to tell her that Sean didn't deserve her loyalty or her heartbreak. I wanted to tell her that I would never hurt her like that. But the timing never seemed right.

*** At our college graduation ceremony, I drank more than I should have The flask in my pocket emptied quickly as I watched Angela in the crowd, her eyes tracking Sean as he crossed the stage to receive his diploma.

Today was the day, I decided. After four years of friendship, of standing in Sean's shadow, I was finally going to tell Angela how I felt. The alcohol in my system gavea false 'confidence, dulling the fear of rejection.

But as I stood to find her after the ceremony, my phone rang. My grandfather's nflashed on the screen.

1/2 Chapter 294: Never Missing Her Again-1 "Christopher, his voice was grave, lacking its usual sharpness. "Your mother's in the hospital. She tried to kill herself again." My brief moment of courage evaporated. "I'll be there right away." I left without saying goodbye to anyone. Family emergencies weren't new to me, but this tfelt different. Worse.

When I arrived at the hospital, the scene was depressingly familiar. My mother lay pale against white sheets, bandages wrapped around her wrists. My father was notably absent.

The stripper he'd fallen for was pregnant now. No matter how much my mother threatened or pleaded, he wouldn't leave her. Most nights, he didn't even chanymore.

Chapter Comments LIKE 2/2 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 294: Never Missing Her Again-2 "You should divorce him," I told my mother when she regained consciousness, not for the first time.

Her face contorted with anger. "Why? So you can side with that whore too? I won't give him to any other woman. He's mine." The psychiatrist recommended a change of environment-a mental health facility in London, away from the toxic reminders of her failing marriage. I agreed to accompany her, to help manage my grandfather's company there while she recovered.

I called Angela before I left, wanting to explain my sudden departure, maybe even confess my feelings despite the terrible timing. But all I managed was awkward small talk. She asked about my mother, expressed sympathy, wishedluck in London.

After hanging up, the truth hitwith brutal clarity. Angela had only ever been warm tobecause I was Sean's friend. Without that connection, we had nothing to say to each other.

In London, I drowned in work and my mother's increasingly unstable behavior. Her moods swung between despair and rage, and washer m favorite target. It wasn't new-she'd been lashing out atsince I was a child, especially after fights with my father. Every slap, every cutting word from her just drovedeeper into my work, givingan excuse to spend less tat the facility. Two years after our move to London, my mother jumped from the roof of the facility. This time, there was no saving her.

At her funeral, my father actually showed up, looking uncomfortable in his dark suit. I caught him checking his watch during the service.

"Seems like she finally found an effective method," I said to him afterward, my voice hollow.

I don't remember deciding to hit him. I just remember the shock on his face as he sprawled on the ground, blood trickling from his lip. That was the last tI saw him. The last tI called him "father," even in my thoughts.

What I didn't know as I dealt with funeral arrangements and estate matters was that Angela's family had gone bankrupt. The Wilson Investment Bank had collapsed. By the tI heard the news and tried to call her, to offer any help I could, I was told that Angela and Sean were engaged.

I should have felt happy for her. She'd finally gotten what she wanted-Sean had seen her at last. But all I felt was a crushing sense of loss, as if a door had permanently closed.

I threw myself into expanding Blake Enterprises, building it into something my grandfather would have been proud of. I dated occasionally, but the relationships never lasted. They all noticed eventually that I was comparing them to someone else.

Years passed. I told myself I was over her. Then I heard rumors about Sean and Angela's marriage-whispers of unhappiness, of Sean's wandering eye. When an opportunity arose to expand the company to New York, I seized it without hesitation.

Seeing them again confirmed the rumors. The tension between them was palpable. Sean's attention clearly focused on ed on Christina whenever she was in the room. Angela's eyes held a weariness I recognized from my mother's-the look of a woman trying desperately to hold onto something already lost.

When I learned they were divorcing-that Sean had indeed chosen Christina over her-l over her I felt an complicated mix of anger and hope. Anger at Sean for hurting her, for being foolish enough to throw away something I would have cherished. Hope hecause maybe, just maybe, I would finally have my chance. This twould be different. This time, I wouldn't hesitate. This time, I wouldn't miss my opportunity.