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?

voice drew me from my thoughts. Our longtime maid stood

"This just arriv

Shaw," she said, stepping forced. "She insisted it

a Madison

bronze statue. The figure of a woman, her belly swollen

fertility goddess, I realized, my throat suddenly tight. The

For my

bring joy to our

like me to place it on

find a

feeling the weight of Elizabeth's hopes and my reality - pressing down

granddaughter than an arranged match for Sean.

that much heavier.

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11:09 Mon Apr 7.⚫

Deciding to Tell

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

memory made my hand

from our coffee shop conversation echoed

keep the baby, live happily

kept growing

its presence both comforting and accusatory. The goddess's serene smile seemed to hold secrets, to

spurred me to action. Before I could 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

fingers hovered over the keyboard. How do you compress such life-changing information

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

end, simplicity won out.

"I'm pregnant."