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.

pale version of myself - designer clothes

wife,

me.

our building buzzed with the discrete energy that meant gossip was circulating. The usual morning

knew it

life

waiting for her to

to hear the fragments of conversation that followed me. Two years of practice had perfected my

voice cut

of

followed him to his office, grateful for the

take these." He placed a small pharmacy bag on his

were?" "Anti-fever medication, I believe. He was quite insistent about the timing - every

the white paper, I could feel the sharp edges of pill boxes that might or might not

Sean's concern for my

you, James." I turned to leave, but

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

clear - Christina wanted to be seen leaving

your concern," I said

sympathy flickered in his eyes. "Even the strongest bonds can

hit closer to home than he could know. I clutched

I emptied the pills onto the marble counter, studying the labels with desperate intensity. The warnings

my regular physician, but that would

The news would reach Sean within

if there was no choice to

the bottle and started pouring the pills into

"What are you doing?"

his expression unreadable. The pills felt like burning coal

growing larger in the mirror. "Put the pills

"I don't need them."

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

reflection's stare. "I just don't like taking medication

other hand closed around mine, carefully taking the pills. "You've never been afraid of medicine before.