The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 98

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 98: Reconnecting

Sean Pov

Evening shadows stretched across my presidential

The Plaza as I stared out at the Manhattan skylin

The city lights were beginning to twinkte to life, a tapestry of artificial stars

spreading out beneath the darkening sky. Id loosened my tie hours ago, but hadn't bothered to change out of my suit despre returning from the business meeting nearly two hours

A soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Mr. Shaw?" Thomas entered with that practiced deference that reminded me how much I missed Michael. Five years, and I still wasn't used to his replacement. "Your dinner has arrived,"

"Just leave it there," 1 murmured, gesturing vaguely toward the side table.

"Sir, you haven't eaten all day," Thomas pointed out, setting down the tray with careful precision. "And Dr. Carter was very cleat about taking your medication with lood."

I sighed, finally turning from the window. The silver dome covering the plate gleamed in the soft lamplight, but the thought of food only intensified the dull ache in my stomach.

I'm not hungry."

"Mr. Shaw," Thomas tried again, concern evident in his voice, "your condition won't improve if you don't maintain regular meals Perhaps just a few bites?"

"Fine," I conceded, more to end the conversation than from any desire to eat. "I'll try some of it later."

Thomas nodded, relieved to have extracted even this small promise.

"Your medication is beside the water glass, sir. And should I confirm your attendance at tomorrow's charity gala? Mr. Lawrence has called twice to personally request your presence."

At the mention of another social obligation-another evening of meaningless small talk and strategic networking-I felt a familiar weariness settle deeper into my bones. Tell her I'll try to make an appearance."

Once Thomas retreated, I loosened my tie further and sank into the armchair by the window. My phone buzzed on the side table, and I reached for it automatically, expecting another email from the office.

had gone

Five years,

years since she'd disappeared without a trace, taking with her any chance of understanding

work, of building Shaw Group higher and higher, as if reaching some invisible

tapped on the notification, watching

image of a sunlit kitchen.

ingredients on a

"Welcome everyone! the li

theatrical flourish. "Today

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solemnly beside her, already measuring ice

one of Mama's special recipes," he added,

that age

me strangely of myself

stumbled across their account six months ago during a

children-their unself-conscious joy,

clight my attention and held

carefully curated content,

and the girls effervesceul personality provided

need to eat properly and stay healthy. Enjoy

help but

there was a knock at the door. I thought it was hotel service, but when

a Sheer black lace slip dress, so short it barely covered the tops of her thighs, her cleavage a deep

"I'm a special gift from Mr. Lawrence, here to help you unwind tonight. Her eyes

she was. “No, thank you,” I said

shot out to brace the doorframe, her body

to say no," she giggled, "You've had a long day, haven't you? I know exactly how to make

dress rode up as she swayed her hips, revealing the curve of her thighs and the faint outline

reached up and tugged at one thin strap of her dress, letting it slip off her shoulder. The material fell away, exposing one full breast, the nipple faintly visible

here just for you. Are you really going to

my chest, and grabbed her

said no. Please leave," I stated, my voice cold

teased, slowly adjusting her