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."

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

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

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

our exchange, her gaze calculating beneath her perfect smile. "The garden looks lovely this morning"

earlier."

see them up close.

suggested, rising gracefully. "The morning air

them into the garden, hanging back a few steps to give myself space to breathe. The morning's events had left me drained, and maintaining my composure was becoming increasingly

came from beside me as she appears with

is clearly

conscious of Christina s occasional

pretense of work. The room had become my sanctuary over the past quiet solitude offering refuge from the constant performance my life

ears, its

Shaw Group's financial reports, but I couldn't focus. The morning's nausea had subsided, but in its place was a bone-deep exhaustion that seemed to

head back," she said, closing the door behind her. "I've stayed longer than 1 planned, and we wouldn't want

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her gaze steadily. "No, We

come see Elizabeth again tomorrow," she continued, her bice taking

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

would make me

then every move she made was carefully calculated. Even this simple request was part

Angela," she said, examining her nails with false casualnes, "you really should be more

desk, but I

but