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.

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

still-flat stomach absently, wondering if this was the right moment

down a cab and

club's entrance. I stepped out, clutching the umbrella,

we have strict member-only access rules during

but my husband Sean Shaw is inside. I

his tone laced with disdain. "Every day, plenty of people

froze. What?

I took a deep breath and tried to explain to

The only wife. But

my phone and called Sean. The call

heart clenched. I quickly

brought you an umbrella.

before his reply

You can

hovered over

need to tell

can discuss

The dismissal was clear.

I forced myself to stay calm.

now. A professional secretary

breath, I turned to leave-only to freeze in

figure caught my

No way!

to ignore. That tall, curvy silhouette.

Christina Jordan!

gut - she was supposed to be

I saw Sean step out his hand wrapped around Christina's-as

the

so-called "meeting" just an excuse to meet with

trying to wrap my head around

girls walked out of the club,

one of them said.

she came

story is

get it, Sean is so good-looking, why would he end up

of Angela's league. Just thinking about

took a step back, barely noticing that I'd

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