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?

Our longtime maid stood

"This just arriv

said, stepping

bearing a Madison Avenue boutique's logo. Inside was a wooden

figure of a woman, her belly swollen with child, her face serene and

suddenly tight. The base bore an inscription

For my

Angela, may you bring joy to

you like me to place it on

find a place for

again, I cradled the statue in my hands, feeling the weight of Elizabeth's hopes and my

granddaughter than an arranged match for Sean. Her genuine warmth made our deception

that much heavier.

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11:09 Mon Apr 7.⚫

Deciding to Tell

mind drifted to yesterday conversation. I'd tiled to test the waters, jokingly telling Sean I might be pregnant. His fore had changed instantly

hand drift

Sophie's words from our coffee shop conversation echoed in

baby, live happily

kept growing in my

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

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

fingers hovered over the keyboard. How do you compress

cliché, too dramatic. I have news was

simplicity won out. Three

"I'm pregnant."