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."

focusing on keeping

receptionist called my name my real name, not Mrs. Shaw and led us to a private consultation room. The doctor younger than I expected, with kind eyes and a gentle

she confirmed, reviewing my paperwork. "The procedure is relatively

today. I couldn't bear to

eyes flickered between Sophie and me. "There's a mandatory

1/3

17: Secrets in The

the risks. I've made

tension. She glanced at

Seconds later, it

said softly. It might be

might be important."

"Nothing's more important than-

Til he line for a

left, I went to the restroom. The corridor was filled with well-dressed women, barely any men in sight. Everyone kept to themselves, lost in their own

flat stomach. I'm sorry, I thought. I'm sorry.

my blood run cold. I turned to find Rachel Miller - Shaw family friend,

I forced my features into a polite smile. "What

just?" Her perfectly lined eyes swept over my figure. "I never expected to see you here, of all

accompanying a

I hope?

"I don't see any friend with you. You know, Elizabeth always speaks so highly of you... I hope

be careful with your accusations. I

"Dear, I was

could finish, a young girl emerged from one of the consultation rooms. My heart stopped - it was Rachel's daughter, Jessica. She looked pale, clutching what appeared

Jessica's voice trembled slightly when she

face. Mother and daughter stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken

pregnant too. While I usually had no interest in other people's private affairs, I felt

I said in a low voice. "Don't tell anyone about

I knew her

nature well, and how she always