The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 11

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 11: Deciding to Tell Him

Angela Pov

The setting sun cast long shadows in the master bedroom, the elegant furnishings as untouchable as a museum exhibit.

1 slipped off my shoes, remembering this morning's encounter with Sean in the Shaw Group Inbiby

"Mrs. Shaw, he'd said. The quarterly projections look promising. Good work."

Just another executive assistant who happened to share his last name. The thought drew a bitter laugh from my throat.

I moved to the window, watching the last rays of sunlight glint off the glass towers of Manhattan. How many evenings had I spent like this, alone in our supposed marital home while Sean attended another "essential" business dinner?

The city lights were beginning to flicker to life, each one a reminder of the countless social events I'd never been invited to attend.

Wall St

His friends - Evan, William, the whole Wall Street crowd - they all chew the truth about our marriage. I'd seen it in their carefsl politeness, the way they excluded me from their intimate gatherings. After all, why include a temporary placeholder in their permanent social circle?

The buzz of my phone made me jump. For a moment, my heart leaped - but it was just Emily, confirming tomorrow's meeting schedule.

set the phone aside, trying to ignore the disappointment that shouldn't exist. This was what I'd agreed to, after all. A marriage of convenience, nothing more.

I could picture Sean in his office now, suit jacket draped over his chair, sleeves rolled up as he pored over contracts and spreadsheets.

Perhaps Christina was there too, just like that afternoon, kneeling between his legs, doing that disgusting thing.

"Mrs. Shaw?

me from my thoughts. Our longtime maid stood in the doorway, holding an elegantly wrapped

"This just arriv

from Mrs. Elizabeth Shaw," she said, stepping forced.

paper bearing a Madison Avenue

statue. The figure of a woman, her belly swollen with child, her

fertility goddess, I realized, my throat suddenly tight. The base bore an

For my

may you bring

on the mantel?" Sarah asked, her voice

find a place

I cradled the statue in my hands, feeling the weight of Elizabeth's hopes and my reality - pressing down

an arranged match for Sean. Her genuine warmth made

that much heavier.

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11: Deciding to Tell

be pregnant. His fore had changed instantly – not anger or shock, but something worse, His

memory made my hand drift

from our coffee shop conversation echoed in my

Sean, keep the baby, live happily ever

words kept growing in

carefully on my bedside table, its presence both comforting and accusatory. The goddess's serene smile seemed to hold secrets,

second-guess myself, I picked up my phone. A text would be better than a face-to-face conversation. More controlled, less chance of revealing the storm of emotions

over the keyboard. How do you compress such life-changing information into a

need to talk" felt too cliché, too dramatic. I have news was too

end, simplicity won out. Three

"I'm pregnant."