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?"

jumped at Sean's voice behind me. He stood in the doorway,

stark contrast to my disheveled appearance in the

"You seem agitated. Are

gaze in the

reflection studied me

home

"I have meetings."

a sound of frustration but

to leave, Sean gave me a

Peter drive you today," Sean said, reaching for his phone. "You're in

phone rang, Christina's name

glanced at me before

away, giving him privacy for their

yes, I remember... tonight

chest had nothing

a quick text - "Taking

their usual morning energy, but today it felt like sensory overload. Every phone ring sent daggers

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

felt like gravel in my

take sick leave," she pressed. "The

to finish

truth was, I needed the

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

the quarterly projections when a sweet

office. Christina Jordan stood in my doorway, resplendent in white

walked in, flashing me a

her eyes scanning me

she added,

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