The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Are You Trying to Make Grandmother Suspicious

Angela POV

Having decided to keep this baby, I felt more emotionally stable than I had in weeks.

After saying goodbye to Sophie, I told Peter, "Let's head home."

"Home?" Peter looked surprised. "But Mrs. Shaw, aren't we supposed to visit Mrs. Elizabeth today? It's Saturday."

The realization hit me like a physical blow. With everything else happening, Tld nearly forgotten our standing sanatorium visits.

"What time is it?" I asked, though I already knew we were cutting it dose.

"Just past two, ma'am, Shall I inform Mr. Shaw?"

"No," I said quickly, perhaps too quickly. "He's probably busy with the quarterly reports. I'll go alone."

Peter's expression didn't change, but something in his eyes suggested he understood more than he let on. "I can have the car ready in five minutes."

"That won't be necessary." I reached for my own car keys. "I'll drive myself today."

It was one of the few things I'd kept from my life before the Wilson Bank collapse – a graduation gift from my father that represented independence rather than luxury.

The sanatorium's VIP wing was as luxurious as a five-star hotel, with its private entrance and elite security team.

"Mrs. Shaw." Dr. Thomas Carter's voice carried across the lobby. "Perfect timing. Elizabeth was just asking about you."

"How is she today?" I asked as the elevator climbed smoothly upward

"Stable. Her numbers are exactly where we want them for the surgery He paused, then added more softly, "She's been looking forward to your visit. You have a way of brightening her mood that none of us can quite match."

The words sent a fresh wave of

me. In two weeks, Elizabeth would undergo major heart surgery. In two weeks, the countdown to my divorce from Sean would begin. And she

years younger.

cheek. "I brought those macarons you

of others." She patted the seat beside her. “Now, tell me everything. How

had given me a reprieve

"A healthy

with embarrassment, unsure how to respond. Before I could

busy with work," I said

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my thoughts turned iter -

were they doing? Perhaps trying to give Elizabeth the gre grandchild

wheelchair beside her bed. “Would you mind taking me for a turn around the garden? The doctors insist I get some exercise,

rooftop garden. Elizabeth seemed to

by a burbling fountain, I've been thinking

tightened involuntarily

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pat my hand about what truly matters in the

but she pressed

this marriage, I'll admit I had my doubts. Not about you never about you. But about the circumstances."

these past two years... you've become

blinked them back furiously. "I feel

managed, hating how

you do, darling.

"Grandmother?"

through the peaceful garden atmosphere

standing g at the garden entrance, impeccable

suit

to his drunken

hint of reproach. "How nice of you

maintaining careful distance as Sean