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.

tear

the one that appeared whenever she felt cornered. "Though I suppose privacy

that supposed to

at Christina's?" Her

I suppose you're planning to

we are still legally married, at least

talking about? Christina only stayed here last night to help you. And I didn't

"My mistake.

voice made something hot and uncomfortable

"Nothing happened with Christina."

the report in her fist. "We're getting divorced, remember? Your private life is no longer my

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she could tear

liver, the medication avoidance, these hidden doctor visits don't lie

under my fingers, betraying her

you tell me

know me well enough to handle the truth, "Two years of marriage

Sean."

corrected. "Two years of playing our parts for your grandmother's

than that."

still on her wrist,

"You're shaking."

She tried to pull away, but I

Sean, please...

the heat of her fever through her

at me, moonlight catching the tears she was trying to

want the truth? Fine. I'm

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

laugh was brittle in the darkness. "I was just joking. But even if I

Her voice hardened.

"I would get an

an