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?"

voice behind me. He stood in the doorway,

contrast to my disheveled appearance

seem agitated. Are

gaze in the mirror. "Just took the wrong

me for a long

should stay home today," he said

"I have meetings."

sound of frustration but

to leave, Sean gave me a

for his phone. "You're in no

rang, Christina's name lighting up the

me before finally

him privacy for their conversation, though

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

had

a quick text - "Taking

morning energy, but today it felt like sensory overload. Every phone ring sent daggers through my skull, every clicking heel

unwell." Emily's concerned face appeared at

I assured her, though the words felt like gravel in my throat. "Just didn't sleep

pressed. "The

need to finish these

I needed the

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

was halfway through the quarterly projections when a

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

in, flashing me

said, her eyes scanning

as she added, "You look... emm,

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