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

still-flat stomach absently, wondering if

Metropolis Club," I flagged down a cab

club's entrance. I stepped out, clutching the umbrella, only to be stopped by the security guard's politely

but we have strict member-only access

understand, but my husband Sean Shaw is

sorry, but it's the rule-you can't go in." The security guard eyed me up and down, his tone laced with disdain. "Every day, plenty of people show up claiming to be Mr. Sean's girlfriend

froze. What?

breath and tried to

The only wife.

out my phone and called

quickly

an umbrella. I'm

before his reply

still ongoing. You can just head

hovered

tell you something

discuss

The dismissal was clear.

frustrated, but I forced myself to stay calm.

professional secretary

to leave-only

familiar figure caught

No way!

fiery red hair, impossible to ignore. That tall, curvy

Christina Jordan!

sight of her was like a punch to the gut - she was supposed to

wrapped around Christina's-as

she the "wife" the security guard

just an excuse to meet with

still trying to wrap my head around what

out of

them said. “I thought she'd

course she came back

love story is

good-looking, why would he end up with the

league. Just

like slaps. I took a step back,

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