The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 74 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 74: The Impact CWithout Warning Angela POV Dr. Carter's words from this morning's appointment still rang in my ars: Elizabeth's condition had improved enough to schedule the singery for this weekend..

It was the news we'd all been waiting lot, though I couldn't help but batice how Sean's simulders had tensed at the announcement.

Alexander needed to return to Europe first to handle surgent foundation business, but Victoria had decided to stay and help take care of Elizabeth. Her presence would likely bring speace to our household in the coming days.

After leaving the hospital, Victoria took Elizabeth hwhile Sean and I returned to the office.

I glanced at my watch as I finished reviewing the last quarterly report. The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Shaw Tower, and I found myself craving something sweet The doctor had warnedto limit my sugar intake during the pregnancy, but I'd made a deal with myself - one small piece of pake each day.

The bakery downstairs had becmy guilty pleasure, their hazelnut chocolate cake worth every calorie. Standing up from my desk, I smoothed down my oversized blazer - recent wardrobe addition to conceal my slowly changing figure.

The street outside Shaw Tower bustled with the usual midday crowd waited for the crossing signal, adjusting my wool scarf against the winter wind.

The impact cwithout warning.

One moment I was standing at the crosswalk, the next I was stumbling forward as as something-someone- slammed intofrom behind.

Even in my comfortable sneakers, the force of his impact was too strong, and I couldn't maintain my balance. I fell forward. hands instinctively moving to protect my stomach as 1 full.

The pavement was rough against my palms as I caught myself, my heart pounding with both fear and fury. "What do you think you're The words died in my throat as a large hand wrapped around my wrist, squeezing with deliberate cruelty as it yankedupward.

eyes was "Watch where you're going, miss. The man's voice was slurred with affected drunkenness, but the anger in his ey unmistakably clear and intense as they locked onto mine.

Something about him seemed strangely familiar. I had a nagging feeling that I'd seen him somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place where.

Anger surged throughas I stood up, my voice sharp with indignation. "You were the one who crashed into me! You should the easi one apologizing! His response was to grab my wrist, his grip tightening painfully. This is a dangerous city," he said in a low voice. All sorts of accidents can happen to pretty ladies who aren't careful." The threat in his words was unmistakable. I tried to pull away, but his fingers only dug deeper into my flesh. Perhaps it was his intimidating build that kept others at bay - no one dared to intervene, choosing instead to hurry past us.

1/3 Chapter 74: The Impact CWithout Warning "I believe the lady would like you to let go." The new voice was calm but carried an edge of authority, Michael Smith, Sean's assistant, stood a few feet away, his expression neutral but his stance ready for confrontation.

The man released my wrist with exaggerated care. Just trying to help a lady who took a fall," he said, his mock innocent tone making my skin crawl. "No harm meant." But as he turned to leave, he leaned close endigh for onlyto hear his final whisper: "Better be careful in your condition. Wouldn't want anything to happen to the little one, would we?" 1 felt the world tilt beneath my feet. The casual mention of my pregioncy, delivered with such calculated menace, sent a chill down my spine.

This was no random encounter someone had been watching me, following my movements, even tracking my doctor's appointments.

"Angela?" Michael's voice seemed to cfrom very far away. "Should Leall security?" I forced myself to breathe, to think past the panic clawing at my throat. I shook my head.

"No need." Back in my private office, I examined my wrist in the afternoon ligh My palms were scraped and raw from the fall.

My phone buzzed with an incoming call from Sophie.

I told her about what had just happened the collision, the threat, the way he knew about my pregnancy, "Oh my god, Ang!" Sophie's voice rose with alarm. "We need to call the police right now!" "And tell them what?" I touched my scraped palms. That someone accidentally bumped intoat a crosswalk? They won't find anything." "This wasn't just srandom accident," Sophie insisted. "Look, I'll do sdigging, try to find out who this guy is. But right now, the most important thing is keeping you and the baby safe." She paused for a moment. The person who can protect you best is actually right there with you." I knew she meant Sean.

"He's still your husband," Sophie pressed. "And whatever ghe's playing with Christina, he wouldn't let anyone hurt you. Not like this." I considered her words, remembering the flash of genuine concern l'e sometimes catch in Sean's eyes, the way his touch would linger just a moment too long when our hands brushed in passing.

ded. "But approaching him means admitting weakness." "Maybe you're right," I conceded.

appear weak than end up hurt or worse." Sophie's voice softened. "Promiseyou'll at least think about it?" "Better toAfter hanging up, I stood at my office window, watching the sun sink behind Manhattan's gleaming towers.

A knock at my door madeturn. Emily stood there, looking apologetic. "Mr. Shaw is asking for the Morrison portfolio."

late files, maintaining the professional distance Sean glanced at the clock-nearly lock-nearly six Usually, m would have Michael deliver any late and I had cultivated. But Sophie's words echoed in my mind, mixing with the phantom ache in my wrist. "I take it to him myself, I decided.

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Sean was at his desk when Lehtered, his the loosened, sleeves rolled up as he studied something on his laptop. He looked up at my entrance, surprise flickering across his features "The Morrison portfolio," I said, placi placing the file on his desk. I turned to leave but hesitated at the door. "Sean..." "Yes?" There was something in his tone-expectation? hope?-that made my heart skip.

"Would you..." I took a deep breath. "Would you mind if I rode hwith you tonight?" Chapter Comments 1 POST COMMENT NOW