The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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.

continuing his gentle but methodical undressing. "Besides, it's

moment shattered as Christina appeared in the doorway, still carrying her lemon

have a medical degree, after all. I know exactly

mirror, a part of me desperately hoping he would refuse, would insist on staying. But of course, that was just another foolish

be in my

behind him with a quiet click, leaving me alone with the

of this home as well as

here," she announced, reaching for

is the weirdest thing

gave

voice."Men generally prefer women with more

the mirror. My voice came

had never once mentioned his preferences in women. Perhaps it didn't matter whether I was thin or curvy - he simply didn't care about

couldn't help but notice Christina's perfect curves reflected in the mirror. So this was the type of figure Sean

past two years... you've done Sean such a service, helping him maintain appearances in society. Though I imagine it must have been difficult, playing the role of Mrs. Shaw when everyone

too exhausted to maintain the pretense of polite

about me, Christina. I know my

"Oh?"

side will always be reserved

her eyes - triumph, perhaps, or uncertainty. Before she could respond, a knock at the door

"Is everything alright?"

called back. "I was just about to help Angela out of the bath. Though perhaps

told Christina after helping me back to my room. But Christina shook her head,

softly. "Angela needs proper medical supervision, and I'd feel terrible if something happened while I

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

with my fever as I watched him lead

final before moving into our home.

my room, trying to ignore the sound of