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

I'd come to recognize the one that appeared whenever she felt cornered. "Though I suppose privacy means little in this house

supposed

you be at Christina's?" Her smile

planning to bring

that we are still

are you talking about? Christina only stayed here last night

Angela turned back to the window. "My mistake. Your cufflink

her voice made something hot and uncomfortable curl in

"Nothing happened with Christina."

is no longer my concern.I just hope you can maintain some dignity

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You Actually Want Me To Be

wrist before she could tear

to change the subject. Something's wrong with you. The liver, the medication avoidance, these hidden doctor visits don't lie

Her pulse raced under my fingers, betraying her

you tell

know me well enough

Sean."

of playing our parts for your

than that."

her

"You're shaking."

She tried to pull away,

Sean, please...

could feel the heat of

moonlight catching the tears she was trying to

want the truth? Fine.

from my lungs. My grip on her wrist loosened involuntarily,

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

Her voice hardened.

"I would get an

an