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.

fine." I

but I flinched away before

his face was gone

a private clinic," Christina offered after a moment of tense

- he's absolutely brilliant, very discreet.

eyebrows drew together. "Carter? What

smile was knowing, intimate. "He handles most of the Upper East Side's more... delicate situations.

Sean's grandmother sent another wave of guilt through me. Here I was, carrying her desperately wanted great-grandchild, while planning to divorce her

focused on not throwing up in a car worth

for a long

Dr. Carter's

the first two floors of a pristine townhouse, its discrete brass plaque the only

as we entered felt like

not to flinch as the doctor raised the thermometer, but my body betrayed

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

my temperature. "Not dangerous yet, but heading that way. I'd like to start an

meant blood

held a warning. "Don't

I insisted, hating how weak I sounded. "Just... whatever you can

"There are other cooling methods we can try, though they're less efficient. Christina, would you mind helping my nurse set up

a casual gesture that spoke volumes about their comfort level with

felt like it was slowly spinning, though whether from fever or emotional exhaustion, I

Carter's voice was carefully neutral, "would you prefer to discuss your

be necessary," I managed. "Whatever you think is best, as long as it doesn't involve