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.

and it's my job

absently, wondering if this was the right moment to tell

I flagged down a cab and told

to fall as we pulled up to the club's entrance.

have strict member-only access rules during

but my husband Sean Shaw is inside. I just

disdain. "Every day, plenty of people show up

froze. What? His

and tried to explain to the guard that I

wife.

my phone and called Sean. The

heart clenched. I quickly typed

an umbrella. I'm at the

passed before his

ongoing. You

fingers hovered over

need to tell you something

can discuss

The dismissal was clear.

I forced myself to stay calm. He's in a

professional secretary

I turned to

figure

No way!

ignore. That tall, curvy silhouette. That dangerously

Christina Jordan!

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

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

the "wife" the security guard

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

trying to wrap my head around what I

of the club,

of them

came back for

story

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

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

a step back, barely noticing that

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