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

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

supposed

you be at Christina's?" Her smile was

I suppose you're planning to bring her back here instead.

still legally married,

here last night to help you. And I

back to the window. "My mistake. Your cufflink was sitting there on

something hot and

"Nothing happened with Christina."

divorced, remember? Your private life is no longer my concern.I just hope you can maintain some dignity until were officially divorced. I don't want to hear the servants

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Would You Actually Want Me

she could tear

liver, the medication avoidance, these hidden

raced under my fingers, betraying

tell me the

me well enough to handle the truth,

Sean."

of playing our parts for your grandmother's benefit. Don't pretend it was

than that."

my hand was still on her wrist, and

"You're shaking."

tired." She tried to pull away, but I

Sean, please...

closer, until I could feel the heat

moonlight catching

want the truth? Fine.

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

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

Her voice hardened.

"I would get an

an abortion