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

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

that supposed

Christina's?" Her

planning to bring her back here

we are still legally married,

stayed here last night to help you. And I didn't sleep in

window. "My mistake. Your cufflink was sitting there

something hot and

"Nothing happened with Christina."

longer my concern.I just hope you can maintain some dignity until were officially divorced. I don't want to hear the servants gossiping

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Would You Actually Want Me To

her wrist before she

wrong with you. The liver,

under my fingers, betraying

tell me

enough to handle the truth, "Two

Sean."

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

than that."

on her wrist, and I could

"You're shaking."

to pull away, but I

Sean, please...

heat of her fever through her silk

catching the tears she was

want the truth? Fine.

on her wrist loosened involuntarily, and she stepped

Her laugh was brittle in the darkness.

Her voice hardened.

"I would get an

get an