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.

should. The mirror reflected a pale version of myself - designer clothes hanging slightly loose, makeup carefully applied

wife, even as my marriage crumbled

me.

buzzed with the discrete energy that meant gossip was circulating. The usual morning parade of dog walkers

knew it was

his life on that

waiting for

to hear the fragments of conversation that followed me. Two years of practice had perfected my ability to maintain dignity in the face

James Morrison's voice cut through the whispers like a

of your

his

to ensure you take these." He placed a small pharmacy

say what they were?" "Anti-fever medication, I believe. He was quite insistent about the timing - every four hours, with

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

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

turned to leave, but his

the usually unflappable manager. "Perhaps you'd like to know that Miss Jordan's previous

was clear - Christina wanted to be

appreciate your concern," I

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

he could know. I clutched the pharmacy bag tighter, nodding once before retreating

our bathroom, I emptied the pills onto the marble counter, studying the labels with desperate intensity. The warnings blurred before my eyes - potential side effects, contraindications, nothing

should call Dr. Morrison, my regular physician, but that would mean

news would reach Sean within

be better if there was no choice to

bottle and started pouring the pills

"What are you doing?"

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 betrayal of the secret I was desperate to

He stepped closer, his reflection growing larger

"I don't need them."

hand

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

the pills. "You've never been afraid of medicine