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."

steady, though my stomach was still churning. 'I'm feeling much better already. Besides, we have that board meeting to

with the family long enough to recognize the signs, even if others hadn't. Or perhaps she just knew

I murmured, catching the

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 tell me

earlier."

see them up

take a short walk?" Christina suggested, rising gracefully. "The morning air would do

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

me as she appears with a shawl. The morning air is a

draped it around my shoulders, her voice dropped to barely a whisper. That woman is clearly trying to take everything from you, Mrs. Shaw. And now she's acting like. Sarah's voice

conscious of Christina

of work. The room had become my

ears, its

subsided, but in its place was a bone-deep exhaustion that

she said, closing the door behind her. "I've stayed

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You'll Be As

met her gaze steadily. "No, We wouldnr

she continued, her bice taking on that familiar sweet tone. Perhaps you could help arrange

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

would make me look

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

false casualnes, "you really

fists beneath my desk, but I

but