The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Secrets in The Surgery Wing

Angela POV

"I'm ready." I told Sophile over the phone. "See you in thirty minutes/

It had been three days since our coffee shop conversation. After my Jeepless night, I felt both exhausted and strangely calm. The decision was made there was no point in tormenting myself anymore.

When Sophie arrived at our penthouse, Sean was just stepping out of his private study.

"Going somewhere?" Sean's eyes moved between Sophie and me.

"None of your business. Sophie's voice could have frozen the Hudson.

Sean's jaw tightened. "Angela hasn't been well. She should be resting at home, not going out.

"Oh, now you care about her health?" Sophie's laugh was brittle.

"Have you ever wondered why she's not well? She was on the gymnastics team in college, remember? The healthiest girl I knew. But look at her now she's lost so much weight since marrying you, getting weaker by the day. Is this how the great Shaw family takes care of its own?"

I felt my heart rate spike. Sophie had been furious since I told her about my plans, and now I could see that anger bubling to the surface. One wrong word about the pregnancy, and everything would fall apart,

"That's enough." I cut in, my voice sharper than intended. "We're going to be late."

I practically dragged Sophie toward the elevator, feeling Sean's gaze boring into my back. Only when we were safely in Sophie's Mercedes did I let out the breath I'd been holding.

"He deserved worse, Sophie muttered, pulling into traffic with more force than necessary. The way he's treating you-

"Please," I interrupted. "I can't... I can't think about him right now,

The private clinic was hidden in an elegant suburban mansion, with only a small brass plaque marking its presence. Everything about it spoke of discretion and luxury.

"Why here?" Sophie asked quietly. "We could have gone to New York- Presbyterian or Mount Sinai. They have the best facilities."

I stared at my perfectly manicured hands, focusing on keeping them steady. "Elizabeth's entire social circle practically lives at those hospitals

called my name my real name, not Mrs. Shaw and led us to a private consultation room. The doctor younger than

is relatively simple

today. I couldn't bear to drag

and me. "There's a

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the risks. I've

buraking the tension. She

Seconds later, it buzzed

softly. It might

might be important."

"Nothing's more important than-

Til he line for a

with well-dressed women, barely any men in sight. Everyone kept to themselves, lost in their own thoughts. The silence spoke volume each woman here carried her

stomach. I'm sorry,

blood run cold. I turned to find Rachel Miller - Shaw family friend, society gossip, and Elizabeth's bridge partner -standing

into a

it just?" Her perfectly lined eyes swept over my figure. "I never expected to see you here, of all places. Nothing serious, Nothing that

just accompanying a

I hope?

see any friend with you. You know, Elizabeth always speaks so highly of you...

careful with your accusations.

expression quickly shifted to a practiced smile. "Dear, I was just joking. Why so defensive?

finish, a young girl emerged from one of the consultation rooms. My heart stopped - it was Rachel's

trembled slightly when she

color drained from Rachel's face. Mother and daughter stared at each other, the air thick

she must be pregnant too. While I usually had no interest in other people's private affairs, I felt compelled to speak before Rachel

voice. "Don't tell anyone about seeing me

I knew her

gossiping nature well, and how she always competed with Elizabeth behind