The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 13: He's Having Shower In My Bathroom

Angela Pov

The cinnamon tea Sarah had just brought steamed gently in my hands, its usually comforting aroma now seeming to mock me.

Her words still echoed in my mind: 'Mr. Shaw won't be coming home tonight.

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling winslows of our penthouse, watching De city lights flicker against the darkening sky.

My phone sat silent on the marble windowsill, its screen dark and unresponsive, just

ust like Sean after my message.

Had he seen it?

The words that should have changed everything: "Tim pregnant"

The tea's warmth seeped through the delicate china cup into my palms, but it did nothing to dispel the chill that had settled in my

chest.

Sean had asked Sarah to make this tea specifically for me. Now it felt like another cruel joke. He could remember m but couldn't bother to respond to news of his child.

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phone remained stubbornly silent. I touched my still-flat stomach, each passing minute making the weight of my unspoken Secret feel heavier.

The

Stop it, I told myself firmly. You're acting like a lovesick teenager, not the independent woman you're supposed to be.

But the thoughts came anyway, unwanted and unstoppable.

Where was he?

possibilities of his silence tormented

the tea, but its sweetness had turned bitter on my tongue. My fingers hovered over Sean's number. I wanted to call him,

right did I

arrangement, and my pregnancy announcement might seem like a desperate attempt to save a

My

dignity wouldn't allow me to appear so eager, so invested in something he had already decided

my heart leaped only to plummet when I saw it

Christina's voice,

wake you. Her tone was

just wanted to let you know

at my place tonight.

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if I could shield our unborn child from

inform me," I said, my voice

with none of that

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