The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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.

why tear it

it's private." Her voice carried that edge of steel I'd come to recognize the one that appeared whenever

that supposed to

you be at Christina's?" Her smile

to bring her back here

still legally married,

here last night to

"My mistake. Your

implications in her voice made something hot and uncomfortable curl in my

"Nothing happened with Christina."

crumpled the report in her fist. "We're getting divorced, remember? Your private life is no longer my concern.I just hope you

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caught her wrist before she could tear

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

Her pulse raced under

you tell

well enough

Sean."

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

than that."

on her wrist, and

"You're shaking."

tired." She tried to pull away, but I held

Sean, please...

could feel the heat

looked up at me, moonlight catching the

want the truth? Fine.

lungs. My grip on her wrist loosened involuntarily, and she stepped

the darkness. "I was just

Her voice hardened.

"I would get an

get an abortion