The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Chapter 6: My Husband's Lover Gave Me A Bath?!

Angela POV

Sean lifted me from the town car as if I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest.

His steady heartbeat against my cheek.

For just a moment, I allowed myself to sink into his warmth, to pretend this tenderness meant something more than obligation.

Behind us, Christina's Louboutins clicked against the floor in perfect rhythm, each step a reminder of her unwanted presence in my home.

Sean gestured toward the living room. "Christina, please make yourself comfortable. Sarah, would you bring Miss Jordan some lemon water?"

"You still remember," Christina's smile carried years of shared history. "Though I suppose some things never change. This place looks exactly the same as it did two years ago - you never were one for redecorating, Sean."

The casual familiarity in her voice made my stomach turn.

Of course she knew every detail of this home – she'd practically lived here before our marriage.

I forced myself to look away as she settled onto the leather sofa with the ease of someone returning to their rightful place.

Perhaps this was always meant to be her home, I thought. I'm just keeping her seat warm.

Sean carried me toward the master bathroom, his movements careful but sure. The marble countertops gleamed under soft lighting as he set me down, steadying me with one arm while reaching for my shirt with his other hand.

Heat that had nothing to do with my fever rushed to my face as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt.

"I can manage," I whispered.

but methodical undressing.

Christina appeared in the doorway,

me help," she offered, setting her glass aside. "I have a medical degree, after all. I know exactly how

mirror, a part of me desperately hoping he would refuse, would insist on staying. But

he stepped back. "I'll be

a quiet click, leaving me

every inch of this home

from here," she

the weirdest thing that's ever happened to

lover gave me

with more curves, you know. Sean especially - he's always appreciated

in the mirror. My voice came out colder

preferences in women. Perhaps it didn't matter whether I was thin or curvy

notice Christina's perfect curves reflected in the mirror. So this

society. Though I imagine it must have been difficult, playing the role of Mrs. Shaw when

closed my eyes, too exhausted to maintain the

I know

"Oh?"

position by his side will always be

perhaps, or uncertainty. Before she could

"Is everything alright?"

the bath. Though perhaps you should wait in the other

helping me back to my room. But Christina shook her

insist on staying the night," she said softly. "Angela needs proper medical supervision, and I'd feel terrible if

hesitated for just a moment before nodding. “I'll prepare the guest room for

my chest had nothing to do with my fever as I watched him lead Christina

even waited for our divorce to be final before moving into our home. But what right did

my room, trying to ignore the sound of Sean's

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