The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 9: Would You Actually Want Me To Be Pregnant

Sean POV

The medical report felt heavy in my hands as I stood outside Angel bedinem.

Through the partially open door, I could see her silhouette against the window, the lights creating a halo around her slender frame.

She had long, flowing black hair that cascaded down her hack like stands of silky seaweed, swaying with the slightest movement. Her amber eyes, always warm and luminous, held a gentle glow, as ifcapturing the golden light of the setting sun.

But now, she looked fragile in the darkness, nothing like the compot woman who handled Show Group's most delicate

negotiations

My fingers tightened on the crumpled paper. In two years of marriage, I'd never seen Angela genuinely ill, never known her to hide medical information. Yet here was evidence of a hospital visit she'd kept secret, torn into pieces and discarded like evidence of a

crime.

"You can come in," she said without turning around. "I can hear you thinking from here."

I pushed the door open.

"Want to explain this?"

She turned, moonlight catching the shadows under her eyes. Her gaze dropped

to the medical report in my hand, and something flickered across her face - fear?

get that?"

"Where did you get

"Sarah found it while cleaning." I held it out to her. "Care to tell me why you're hiding medical reports?"

Angela snatched the paper from my hand, scanning its contents. Her shoulders relaxed slightly. "It's just my Nothing to concern yourself with."

bust my annual physical.

tear it

that edge of steel I'd come to recognize the one that appeared whenever she felt

supposed

at Christina's?" Her

planning to bring her back

are still legally married, at

you talking about? Christina only stayed here last night to help you. And

mistake. Your cufflink was sitting there

voice made something hot and uncomfortable curl in

"Nothing happened with Christina."

longer my concern.I

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Actually Want Me To

wrist before she could tear the

you. The liver, the medication avoidance, these hidden doctor visits don't lie to

go!" Her pulse raced under

tell me

enough to handle the truth,

Sean."

years of playing our parts for your grandmother's benefit. Don't

than that."

on her wrist, and I could feel

"You're shaking."

tired." She tried to pull away,

Sean, please...

until I could feel the heat of her fever

up at me, moonlight catching the

the truth? Fine. I'm

wrist loosened involuntarily, and

pregnant? Her laugh was brittle in the darkness. "I was just joking.

Her voice hardened.

"I would get an

get an abortion

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