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 to handle any

stomach absently, wondering if this was the right

I flagged down a cab and

drops of rain began to fall as we pulled up to the club's entrance. I stepped out, clutching the umbrella, only to be stopped by

madam, but we have strict member-only

Sean Shaw is inside. I

me up and down, his tone laced with disdain. "Every day, plenty of people

froze. What? His

tried to explain to the guard

The only wife. But he merely shrugged,

phone and called Sean. The call was

clenched. I quickly typed out

brought you an umbrella.

passed before his reply

ongoing. You can just

hovered over the

tell you something

can discuss it

The dismissal was clear.

was angry and frustrated, but I forced myself to stay calm. He's in a

now. A professional secretary wouldn't

breath, I turned to leave-only to freeze

figure caught

No way!

impossible to ignore. That

Christina Jordan!

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

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

the security

an excuse to meet

my head around

of the club, talking

believe Christina's back!” one of them said. “I thought she'd stay in

she came back for

story is

get it, Sean is so good-looking, why

of Angela's league. Just thinking about Angela's silly smile makes me

a step back,

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