The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 50

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 50: If You'll Be As Stubborn As Your Father

Angela Pov

I forced myself to walk steadily as I maile my way back to the dining room, with Christina hovering at my

Elizabeth's worried eyes met mine the moment I entered. "Are you alright, dear? You gave us quite a fright."

"I'm 1

fine," I managed a reassuring smile as I settled back into my car. The familiar scent of Elizabeth's morning tea wafted across the table, a comfort I desperately needed right now. Just a bit of seafood sensitivity, that's all

"I dont understand," Elizabeth's homes furnoved with concern. "I remember

er you used to love lobster. You never had any allergies

before."

"People's tastes change," Christina interjected smoothly as she leaned forward to pour Elizabeth more tea. "I used to adore oysters, but now I can barely stand the smell."

Elizabeth nodded, but her sharp eyes didn't miss the way my fingers rembled slightly as I reached for my water glass.

"Perhaps we should stiff have you checked by a doctor," she suggested, her voice gentle but firm. "Better safe than Sorry."

won't be necessary." I kept my voice steady, though my stomach was still churning. 'I'm feeling much better already. Besides, we have that board meeting to prepare

side with a plate of plain toast and fresh fruit. My throat tightened at her thoughtfulness-she'd been with the family long enough to recognize the signs, even if others hadn't. Or perhaps she just knew me better than

Sarah," I murmured, catching the brief flash

could feel Christina watching our exchange, her gaze calculating beneath her perfect smile. "The garden looks lovely this morning" she observed, changing the subject with practiced ease. "Elizabeth, you must

earlier."

see them

short walk?" Christina suggested, rising gracefully. "The morning air

give myself space to breathe. The

voice came from beside me as she appears with

That woman is clearly trying to take everything from

gently, conscious of

become my sanctuary over the past quiet solitude offering

ears, its

focus. The morning's nausea had subsided, but in its place was a bone-deep exhaustion that

said, closing the door behind her. "I've stayed longer than 1

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met her gaze steadily.

come see Elizabeth again tomorrow," she continued, her bice taking on that familiar sweet tone. Perhaps you could

need me to invite you? Lasked, "Can't you conta Elizabeth

would make me look an eager to please

she made was carefully calculated. Even this simple

examining her nails with false casualnes, "you really should be more careful. Morning sickness

beneath my desk, but I kept my

but