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.

just his wife-I'm also his secretary, and it's my job to handle any unexpected situations

touched my still-flat stomach absently, wondering if this was the right moment

I flagged down a cab and

up to the club's entrance. I stepped out, clutching the umbrella, only to be

have strict member-only access rules during

but my husband Sean Shaw is inside.

plenty of people show up claiming to be Mr. Sean's girlfriend or wife. But just now, Mr. Sean

froze. What? His

impossible. I took a deep breath and tried to explain to the guard that I

The only wife. But he merely

out my phone and called Sean. The call was

quickly typed

an umbrella. I'm at the

minutes passed before

still ongoing. You can just

hovered

tell

discuss it at

The dismissal was clear.

I forced myself

now. A professional secretary wouldn't

I turned to leave-only to freeze in

figure caught

No way!

fiery red hair, impossible to ignore. That tall,

Christina Jordan!

a punch to the gut - she was supposed to be at Paris, not here,

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

"wife" the

an

was still trying to wrap my head around what I had just

out of the club, talking

back!” one of them said. “I thought she'd

course she came back

story is

is so good-looking, why would he

laughed. "Exactly! Christina's way out of Angela's league. Just thinking about

took a step back, barely noticing that I'd moved

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