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 the doorway,

to my disheveled appearance in

he pressed. "You seem agitated.

in the mirror. "Just took the wrong

me

stay home today,"

"I have meetings."

made a sound of frustration

leave, Sean gave me

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

rang, Christina's name lighting

before finally

him privacy for their conversation, though fragments

yes, I remember... tonight

familiar ache in my chest had nothing to do with

sent Sean a quick text

Group offices buzzed with their usual morning energy, but today it felt like sensory overload. Every phone ring

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

like gravel in my

sick leave," she pressed. "The quarterly

need to finish these before

truth was, I needed the

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

the quarterly projections when a

office. Christina Jordan stood in my doorway, resplendent in

flashing

she said, her eyes scanning me

dripped with sarcasm as she added, "You look...

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