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

two weeks, Elizabeth would undergo major heart surgery. In two weeks, the countdown to my divorce from Sean would begin. And she had no idea about

years younger. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten your

her cheek. "I brought those macarons you love from

seat beside her. “Now, tell me everything. How are you

had given

eyes studied my face with motherly concern. "A healthy body makes it easier to conceive. I do hope you and Sean are planning

felt my cheeks warm with embarrassment, unsure how to respond. Before I could gather my thoughts,

busy with work," I said

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turned iter - was

they doing? Perhaps trying to give Elizabeth the gre

press the issue. Instead, she gestured to the wheelchair beside her bed. “Would you mind taking me for a turn around the garden? The doctors insist I get some exercise, but they hover so

sanatorium's rooftop garden. Elizabeth seemed to by the fresh

we paused by a burbling fountain, I've

involuntarily on

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back to pat my hand about what

started, but she pressed

When Sean first proposed this marriage, I'll admit I had my doubts. Not about

these past two years... you've become more than Just

my eyes, and I blinked them back furiously.

hating how

know you do, darling.

"Grandmother?"

peaceful garden

at the garden entrance,

suit

contrast to his drunken

just a hint of reproach. "How nice of

back from the wheelchair, maintaining careful distance as Sean bent to kiss his grandmother's