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.

his wife-I'm also his secretary, and it's my job to

absently, wondering if this

flagged down

up to the club's entrance. I stepped out,

we have strict member-only

my husband Sean Shaw is inside. I

disdain. "Every day, plenty of people

froze. What?

and tried

wife. But he

and called Sean.

I quickly typed out a

you an umbrella.

before his

ongoing. You can

fingers hovered

need to tell you something

discuss

The dismissal was clear.

frustrated, but I forced myself to

A professional secretary wouldn't disturb

to leave-only

figure

No way!

That

Christina Jordan!

to the gut - she was supposed to be at Paris,

wrapped around Christina's-as he led

the "wife" the

so-called "meeting" just an excuse

to wrap my head around what I had just seen when

girls walked out of the

one of them said.

she came back

story is

Sean is so good-looking, why

out of Angela's league.

took a step back, barely

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