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.

not just his wife-I'm also his secretary, and it's my job

stomach absently, wondering if

the Metropolis Club," I flagged down a

we pulled up to the club's entrance.

have strict member-only access rules

but my husband Sean Shaw is inside.

day, plenty of people show up

What?

tried to explain to the guard that I

only wife.

out my phone and called Sean. The call was

clenched. I quickly typed out a

you an umbrella. I'm at

before

ongoing. You can

fingers hovered over

to tell you

discuss it at

The dismissal was clear.

but I forced myself to stay calm. He's

professional secretary wouldn't disturb

turned to leave-only to freeze in my

figure caught

No way!

impossible to ignore. That tall, curvy silhouette. That

Christina Jordan!

her was like a punch to the gut - she was supposed to be at Paris, not here, not

hand wrapped around Christina's-as he

"wife" the security guard

an excuse

trying to wrap my head around what I had

of the

believe Christina's back!” one of them

she came back

love story is

good-looking, why would he end up with the daughter of

Christina's way out of Angela's league. Just thinking about Angela's silly

step back, barely noticing that

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