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.

The mirror reflected a pale version of myself

Billionaire's wife, even as my

me.

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

knew it

life

for

head high, pretending not to hear the fragments of conversation that followed me. Two

voice cut through the whispers like

moment of your

followed him to his office, grateful for the

me to ensure you take these." He

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

picked up the bag. Through the white paper, I could feel the sharp edges of pill

of it hit me then - Sean's concern for

James." I turned to leave, but his voice stopped

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

clear - Christina wanted to

appreciate your concern,"

"Even the strongest bonds can be tested by time and

know. I clutched

our bathroom, I emptied the pills onto the marble counter, studying the labels with desperate intensity.

Dr. Morrison, my regular physician, but

news would

better if there

the bottle and started pouring the pills

"What are you doing?"

in the doorway, his expression unreadable. The pills felt like burning coal in my palm, each one a potential betrayal of the secret I was desperate to

stepped closer, his reflection growing larger in the mirror. "Put

"I don't need them."

really going on?" His hand came to rest on my forehead, the

opened my eyes, meeting his reflection's stare. "I

taking the pills. "You've never been afraid of medicine before. What's