The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: I Found My Husband's Cufflink On Her Bed

Angela POV

When I woke the next morning, both Sean and Christina were gone.

The suspicion that had been gnawing at me all night suddenly felt like certainty - they must have spent the night together.

I couldn't help myself; I had to know.

My feet carried me to Christina's guest room before I could think better of it. I hesitated for just a moment before pushing the door open, slipping inside like an intruder in my own home.

The room was immaculate, pristine sheets perfectly made, everything in its proper place. There was no obvious sign that Sean had spent the night here, but Christina's signature perfume still lingered in the air, marking her territory.

I was suddenly distracted by a small shiny object next to the pillow.

I walked over, picked it up, and realized it was a pure gold cufflink. The engraved "S" reminded me it was Sean's! The one I gave him for his birthday last year.

So he really did sleep with Christina last night!

Soon this will be her bedroom, not just a guest room, I thought bitterly. Everything that's mine will become hers.

"Oh! Excuse me, Mrs. Shaw."

I startled at the maid's voice, turning to find the maid Sarah hovering uncertainly in the doorway with cleaning supplies.

The knowing look in her eyes made my cheeks burn - how pathetic must I seem, sneaking around my own home looking for evidence of my husband's infidelity?

I retreated to my room, mortification following me like a shadow. I had barely sat down when a knock came at my door.

"Mrs. Shaw?" Sarah's voice came through the door. "Would you like your breakfast brought up?"

"No, thank you." The thought of food made my stomach roll. "When did Mr. Shaw and Miss Jordan leave?"

A slight pause. "They left early this morning. Mr. Shaw had a breakfast meeting, and Miss Jordan accompanied him."

Of course she did.

a pale version of myself

Billionaire's wife,

me.

was circulating. The usual morning parade of dog walkers and personal trainers moved with

it

life on

waiting for her to

pretending not to hear the fragments of conversation that followed me. Two years

voice cut through

of your

him to his office, grateful for

you take these." He

the bag, my throat suddenly tight. "Did he say what they were?" "Anti-fever medication, I believe. He was quite insistent about the

I picked up the bag. Through the white paper, I could feel

irony of it hit me then - Sean's concern for my

you, James." I turned to leave, but

unflappable manager. "Perhaps you'd like to know that Miss Jordan's previous visits were always... discrete.

message was clear - Christina wanted to be seen leaving

your concern," I

in his eyes. "Even the strongest bonds can be tested by time and distance, Mrs. Shaw. Two years is

closer to home than he could know. I clutched the pharmacy bag

with desperate intensity. The warnings blurred before my eyes -

my regular

news would reach Sean within

be better if there was no choice

started pouring the

"What are you doing?"

froze me in place. In the mirror, I could see him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. The pills felt like burning coal in my palm, each one a potential

growing larger in

"I don't need them."

up. What's really going on?" His hand came to rest

I opened my eyes, meeting his reflection's stare. "I just don't like taking

hand closed around mine, carefully taking the pills. "You've never