The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Is She The "Wife"?

Angela POV

Pregnant, six weeks.

I stared at the test results in my hands, the paper trembling slightly despite my

best efforts to keep steady.

I thought of that wild night.

His fingers curled into the delicate silk, and with one swift motion, the fabric tore.

He followed my collarbone down and kissed his way across my entire body.

My body arched involuntarily, drawn into the inferno of him, my hands grasping at his shoulders, his hair...

"Congratulations, Mrs. Shaw," Dr. Morrison's warm voice cut through my daze. "The initial tests show everything is progressing normally."

I looked up at her, grateful for the familiar face who had been handling my annual check-ups since I started working at Shaw Group.

"I... thank you, I wasn't expecting..."

"First-time mothers rarely are," she said kindly, pulling up my chart on her tablet. "We'll want to schedule regular prenatal check-ups. Is Mr. Shaw available to join us? We should discuss the care plan together."

"He's handling some urgent matters at the company," I replied automatically.

The truth was, I hadn't even told him about today's appointment.

"Of course, I understand. Wall Street waits for no one," Dr. Morrison nodded sympathetically. "But do make sure to bring him next time. There are several decisions you'll need to make together."

Together?

Sean and I hadn't made any real decisions together in the two years of our marriage.

It had started as a business arrangement - a way to appease his grandmother's concerns about the family legacy - and had remained exactly that.

My phone buzzed, Sean's name lighting up the screen. For a moment, my heart leaped - had he somehow sensed the news? But the message was purely practical:

"I'm at Metropolitan Club for a meeting. Please bring me an umbrella."

I glanced at the darkening sky. The weather forecast had mentioned possible thunderstorms, and Sean never liked to be caught unprepared.

wife-I'm also his secretary, and it's my job to handle any

if this was the

down

to fall as we pulled up to the club's entrance. I stepped out, clutching the umbrella, only to be stopped by the

we have strict member-only access

Sean Shaw

guard eyed me up and down, his tone laced with disdain. "Every day, plenty of people show up

What? His

I took a deep breath and tried to

only wife.

phone and called

clenched. I quickly typed

you an umbrella.

passed before his reply

still ongoing. You can just

hovered

to tell you

can discuss

The dismissal was clear.

was angry and frustrated, but I forced myself to stay calm.

now. A professional

to leave-only to freeze in my

familiar figure caught my

No way!

to ignore. That tall,

Christina Jordan!

to the gut - she was supposed to be at Paris,

hand wrapped around Christina's-as he led her

the

an excuse to

still trying to wrap my head around what I had

girls walked out of the club,

Christina's back!” one of them said. “I

came back for

story is so

get it, Sean is so good-looking, why would he end up with the daughter of a

Angela's league. Just thinking about Angela's silly

words hit like slaps. I took a step

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