The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 27

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 27: Perfect Husband. Perfect Wife. Perfect Lie

Angela POV

My throat tightened as Sean murmured appropriate reassurances,

If only she knew how temporary this peace was, how quickly it would shatter once she was safely through surgery.

"A week isn't long to wall. Elizabeth said when we finally told her saw fear flicker

in her eyes.

the revised schedule. Though her voice remained steady, I

Without thinking. I perched on the edge of her bed, taking her fragihand in mine. "You'll be fine. Dr. Carter is the best, and Sean and I will be right here the whole time."

"My sweet girl." Elizabeth squeezed my fingers. "What would this family do without you?"

Find out soon enough, I thought, but managed to keep smiling. "Let's focus on getting you better first."

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As the sun started to set, painting the room in warm golds and pinks, a middle- aged nurse walked in, politely reminding us,

"Your visiting time is almost up. I need to start getting Mrs. Elizabeth's dinner ready soon."

But Elizabeth wasn't ready to let go of our hands, holding on to both me and Sean. So, I suggested, "How about we take Elizabeth home with us tonight? She can stay at our place for the night, and i cook."

Elizabeth's face lit up at the idea. But the nurse looked a little hesitant.

to discharge her for just one night, promising they'd have a family doctor

that, her

and I cooked dinner together. Our hands brushed a few times as we moved around the

For

was reminded of those awkward chemistry lab days back in high school. I was always so focused on not burning anything, and every time Sean's hand brushed mine, I'd

that we hadn't cooked together in ages-dinner ended up taking nearly

time eating together. Even though we worked in the same place, I'd always order lunch for him and have it delivered to his office. After work, he didn't have much time to eat at home, let alone now, when he's hardly ever

at

husband, perfect

our hands and closed her eyes to say a prayer

Christian,

couldn't help but think to myself, "Perfect husband,

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27: Perfect Husband. Perfect

meal, Sem's phone ring. He glanced at it, then hung up. But just a minute Inter,

it

just turned it

lately, but nothing beats having dinner

shot me a look, one of

bring up

chewed my steak and

was in a great mond, chatting away and not wanting

his watch and said, "The doctor said you not

we left Elizabeth's room, I went straight for our bedroom, and

I knew-I knew tonight, I had no choice but to sleep in the

sure to put on a super modest pair of pajamas

down, raising