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.

each movement requiring more energy than it should. The mirror reflected a pale version of myself - designer clothes hanging slightly loose, makeup carefully applied to hide the shadows under

wife, even

me.

buzzed with the discrete energy that meant gossip was circulating. The usual morning parade of dog walkers and personal trainers moved with studied casualness, voices dropping

it

life on that

for her to

followed me. Two years of practice

Morrison's voice cut through

moment of

his

these." He placed a small pharmacy bag

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

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

concern for my health could unknowingly harm his unborn

turned to

manager. "Perhaps you'd like to know that Miss Jordan's

was clear - Christina wanted to

concern," I said

bonds can be tested

I clutched the pharmacy bag tighter, nodding once before retreating to

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

Dr. Morrison, my regular physician,

would reach

if there was

bottle and started pouring the pills

"What are you doing?"

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 betrayal

reflection growing larger in the mirror. "Put the pills

"I don't need them."

hand came to rest

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

when?" His other hand closed around mine, carefully taking the pills. "You've never