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."

necessary." I kept my voice steady, though my stomach was still churning. 'I'm feeling much better already. Besides,

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

Sarah," I murmured, catching the brief flash of understanding in

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."

brightened visibly. "Oh, you should see them up close. There a rare variety

take a short walk?" Christina suggested, rising

a few steps to give myself space to breathe. The morning's events had left me drained, and maintaining

appears with a shawl. The morning air is a

dropped to barely a whisper. That woman is clearly trying to take everything from you, Mrs. Shaw. And now she's acting like.

gently, conscious of Christina s occasional backward glances. "Thank

room had become my sanctuary

ears, its

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

the door behind her. "I've stayed longer than

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You'll Be As Stubborn As

met her gaze steadily. "No, We wouldnr

she continued, her bice

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

“That would make me

she made was carefully calculated. Even this simple request was part

false casualnes, "you really should be more careful. Morning sickness

fists beneath my desk, but I kept my

but