The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Last Shred of Dignity

Why had he been pretending to care about me? He was the one who'd made me stand in the rain yesterday!

Now, his concern just felt even more fake, even more disgusting.

Christina shifted beside me, her perfume making my stomach roll.

I couldn't go to the hospital.

If I had, my pregnancy would've been exposed.

It sounded silly, but I didn't want anyone to know about the baby-I needed to hold on to whatever little self-respect I had left.

Especially in front of Christina.

"That's not your business." I siad coldly and pressed my forehead against the cool window.

"Sean," Christina's voice was honey-sweet with concern, "maybe it's because of my presence? I could get out here, and you can take Angela to the hospital? Her condition seems serious, we shouldn't delay."

"Don't be ridiculous," Sean snapped, though his tone softened as he continued. "This isn't about you."

I caught Christina's perfectly practiced look of contrition in the window's reflection.

"Angela, I apologize if I've misunderstood. I thought you might be uncomfortable because of my relationship with Sean."Christina played the victim, acting hurt.

I

my forehead, but I flinched away before he could

his

Christina offered after

- he's absolutely brilliant, very discreet.

eyebrows drew together. "Carter? What are his

of the Upper East Side's more... delicate situations. Elizabeth's

guilt through me. Here I was, carrying her desperately wanted great-grandchild,

have made me laugh if I weren't so focused on not throwing up in a car

me for a

plans. Dr. Carter's

pristine townhouse, its discrete brass plaque the only

elbow as we entered felt like a brand, her solicitous attention more suffocating

the thermometer, but my

appeared at the small of my back, steadying me. The gesture felt achingly familiar - a echo of genuine concern from

yet, but heading that way. I'd like to start an IV to bring the

sharp, panicked. An IV meant blood work. Blood work

a warning.

I insisted, hating how weak I sounded.

other cooling methods we can try, though

squeezed Sean's arm as she passed – a casual gesture that spoke

see Sean's response. The room felt like it was slowly spinning, though whether

was carefully neutral, "would you prefer to discuss your treatment

managed. "Whatever you think