The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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.

his secretary, and it's my job to handle any unexpected situations that

my still-flat stomach absently, wondering if

Club," I flagged down a cab and told

fat drops of rain began to fall as we pulled up to the club's entrance. I

madam, but we have strict member-only access rules during

Shaw is

and down, his tone laced with disdain. "Every day, plenty of people show up claiming to be Mr. Sean's girlfriend or wife. But just now,

What? His

took a deep breath and tried to

The only wife. But he

phone and called Sean. The call was

quickly

umbrella. I'm

minutes passed before his reply

You can just

hovered over

need to tell

discuss it at

The dismissal was clear.

I forced

now. A professional

deep breath, I turned to leave-only to freeze in my

familiar figure caught

No way!

ignore. That

Christina Jordan!

sight of her was like a punch to the gut - she was supposed to be at Paris,

out his hand wrapped around Christina's-as he led her

she the "wife" the security guard was talking

"meeting" just an excuse to meet

was still trying to wrap my head around

girls walked out of

can't believe Christina's back!” one of them said. “I

course she came back for

story is

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

"Exactly! Christina's way out of Angela's league. Just thinking about Angela's silly smile makes me lose

slaps. I took a step back, barely noticing that