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.

and dress, each movement requiring more energy than it should. The mirror reflected a pale version of myself - designer clothes hanging slightly loose,

of an Billionaire's wife, even as my

me.

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

it was

his life

for

my head high, pretending not to hear the fragments of conversation that followed me. Two years of practice had perfected my ability to maintain dignity in the face of

voice cut through the whispers like a

moment of your

him to his office,

ensure you take these." He placed

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

white paper, I could feel the sharp

Sean's concern for my health could unknowingly harm his

I turned to leave, but his voice stopped

hesitated, something unusual for the usually unflappable manager. "Perhaps you'd like to know that Miss Jordan's previous visits were always... discrete. This morning's departure was

Christina wanted to be seen leaving

concern,"

can be

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

labels with desperate intensity. The warnings blurred before my eyes -

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

The news would reach

would be better if there was no choice to

opened the bottle and started pouring the pills into the

"What are you doing?"

him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. The pills felt like burning coal in my palm, each one a potential betrayal of the

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

"I don't need them."

really going on?" His hand came to rest on

his reflection's stare. "I

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