The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Give Her The Medicine Mouth-to-Mouth

Sean POV

The defiance in her eyes challenged me, pushed at something primal and possessive I hadn't known existed.

Before I could think better of it, I popped one of the pills into my mouth and pressed my lips to hers.

The kiss was meant to be functional - a way to force her to take the medication she needed.

But the moment our lips touched, something shifted. Her gasp of surprise parted her lips, and suddenly I was drowning in the taste of her, in the soft warmth of her mouth against mine.

For a heartbeat that seemed to stretch into eternity, we stood frozen in that moment of unexpected intimacy.

Then her hands came up hard against my chest, shoving me backward with surprising strength.

The crack of her palm against my cheek echoed in the bathroom's confined space.

"How dare you?" Her voice shook with fury. "You decide we should get divorced, and then you pull something like this?"

The sting of her slap was nothing compared to the fire in her eyes. This wasn't the carefully controlled Angela I'd known for two years. This was something else entirely - raw and real and somehow more compelling than I wanted to admit.

"You needed to take the medicine," I said, the excuse sounding weak even to my

own ears.

"Don't." She backed away, putting space between us. "Don't pretend this is about my health. You've made your choice clear. Christina's back, the arrangement is ending – fine. But you don't get to play with me like this."

"Is that what you think I'm doing?"

"What else would you call it?" Her laugh was brittle. "Making me take medicine like a child while you plan your future with another woman?"

The mention of Christina sent an unexpected wave of irritation through me. “This has nothing to do with her."

Angela's voice rose. "The great Christina Jordan, who saved your life, who

her words. Christina's name lit

fight draining

slipped past me before I could stop her, leaving me alone with the echo of her words

speaker, warm and familiar. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything

my desk, trying to focus on the conversation and not on

"What do you need?"

she laughed. "I wanted to discuss the potential partnership between Shaw Group and my family's medical technology division.

in her tone - this would be more than a business meeting. Two years ago, I would have

office," I said, keeping my voice professionally neutral. "We can review

to get her way. "We both know this conversation

gave in to Christina's

called out to

Only silence answered me.

room was as elegant as ever, but

radiant in white Chanel, yet all I could think about was how pale and tired Angela had

knew I should end our marriage as planned, but the thought of hurting Angela bothered me more than it should. Our marriage might have been arranged, but I'd always considered her a

back to

me home!" Christina

in the car, then

years ago, this would have been enough to ignite

said, keeping my eyes on the road.

my tone made her withdraw

"Better."

"When are you

trapped in this... arrangement. Especially now that I'm back. We both

I'd said to Angela days ago, yet

"My grandmother's surgery-"

than a month," she finished. "And then there's no reason to maintain this charade. Unless..."