The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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,

stark contrast to my

he pressed. "You seem agitated. Are

avoiding his gaze in the mirror.

reflection studied me for a

should stay home today,"

"I have meetings."

of frustration but

to leave, Sean

reaching for his phone. "You're in no condition to

name lighting up

me before finally answering

away, giving him privacy for their conversation, though

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

chest had nothing to

sent Sean a quick text - "Taking

but today it felt like sensory overload. Every

concerned face appeared at my office door. "Are you

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

leave," she pressed. "The quarterly reports can

my head. "I need to finish these before

truth was, I needed

trash, of Sean's gentle voice speaking to Christina,

projections when a sweet perfume

my doorway,

in, flashing me a

no see," she said, her eyes

tone dripped with sarcasm as she