The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Just the Wrong Medicine

Angela POV

"These are all your favorites," Sean said, cutting a piece of fish and placing it on my plate.

"Thank you!" I forced a smile, even though something about the fish suddenly made my stomach turn.

It had always been one of my favorites, but now, it felt off. Maybe it was the pregnancy changing my taste, or maybe it was just the overwhelming sadness I couldn't shake.

Not wanting him to notice, I quickly searched for something to talk about. "Two years ago, thanks for all your help," I said with a smile, looking at Sean.

He seemed a little surprised.

"You don't have to thank me," he said softly. "Our marriage was always a deal. You've helped me a lot, too."

As he turned to leave the dining table, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

"If you need anything, just let me know. I'll do my best to make it right. I think we can still be friends after the divorce."

I nodded and gave a polite smile.

Just friends? If you truly love someone, how could you settle for just being friends?

But if you truly love someone, you'll understand that sometimes love means letting go.

Sean, I shouldn't expect anything more from you.

The morning light streaming through our penthouse windows did nothing to ease my pounding headache. I reached for the medicine cabinet, my fingers closing around the familiar bottle of cold pills.

It wasn't until I'd popped one into my mouth that reality crashed back – pregnant.

I rushed to the bathroom, spitting the pill into the sink. Water ran pink with the dissolving medication as I rinsed my mouth repeatedly, heart pounding.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Are you alright?"

behind me. He stood in

contrast to my disheveled

wrong?" he pressed. "You seem agitated. Are you

nothing," I managed, avoiding his gaze in the

studied me

stay home today," he said

"I have meetings."

a sound of frustration

we prepared to leave, Sean gave me a

said, reaching for

phone rang, Christina's name lighting up

before finally answering the

him privacy for their conversation,

course... yes, I

my chest had nothing

quick text - "Taking a

sensory overload. Every phone ring sent daggers through my skull, every clicking heel against marble floors echoed like

concerned face appeared at

her, though the words felt like

sick leave," she pressed.

my head. "I need to finish these

was, I needed the

moment left me alone with thoughts of the torn pregnancy test in my bathroom trash, of Sean's gentle voice speaking to Christina, of the

was halfway through the quarterly projections when

stood in my doorway, resplendent in white Chanel

walked in, flashing me a

she said, her eyes scanning

sarcasm as she added,

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