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?"

Sean's voice behind me. He stood in

stark contrast to my

seem agitated. Are you feeling

avoiding his gaze in the mirror. "Just took the

reflection studied me for

home today," he said

"I have meetings."

of frustration but

we prepared to leave, Sean

said, reaching for his phone. "You're

rang, Christina's name lighting

me before

him privacy for

yes,

ache in my chest had nothing to do with my

quick text - "Taking

overload. Every phone ring sent

unwell." Emily's concerned face appeared at my office door. "Are you feeling

I assured her, though the words felt like

take sick leave," she pressed. "The quarterly reports can wait a

need to finish these before the

truth was, I needed the

bathroom trash, of Sean's gentle

projections

Jordan stood in my doorway, resplendent in white Chanel

walked in, flashing

time no see," she said, her eyes scanning me from head to

as she added, "You look...

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