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?"

me. He stood

stark contrast to my disheveled appearance in

he pressed. "You seem agitated. Are

nothing," I managed, avoiding his gaze in the mirror. "Just took the wrong

reflection studied me for

should stay home today,"

"I have meetings."

a sound of frustration but didn't

to leave, Sean gave me

drive you today," Sean said, reaching for his phone. "You're in no condition

phone rang, Christina's name lighting

glanced at me before finally answering

privacy for their conversation,

me: “.......of course... yes, I remember... tonight

familiar ache in my chest had nothing to do with my

a quick text - "Taking a

today it felt like sensory overload. Every

you look unwell." Emily's concerned face appeared at my

words felt like gravel in my throat. "Just didn't sleep well

pressed. "The quarterly

"I need to

was, I

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 impending divorce hanging over everything like a guillotine

halfway through the quarterly projections when

Christina Jordan stood in my

walked in, flashing

she said, her eyes

as she added, "You look... emm, not

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