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.

Instagram-LittleChefs Tuscany had gone live.

Five years,

she'd disappeared without a trace, taking with her any

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

the notification, watching as the screen filled

the image of a sunlit kitchen. Two children in

on a marble

"Welcome everyone! the li

flourish. "Today we're making

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solemnly beside her, already

Mama's special recipes," he

that age

me strangely

stumbled across their account six months ago during a particularly

these children-their unself-conscious joy,

their cooking "show"-had clight

of carefully curated content, their authenticity shone

and the girls effervesceul personality provided a contrast that was

livestreant was ending, Aria said, "Moms tells us we need to eat properly and stay healthy. Enjoy your meal

say this, I couldn't help but

thought it was hotel service, but when I opened the door, I saw a woman in revealing, provocative clothing

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

and sultry, sliding into my ears like velvet. "I'm a special

what she was. “No, thank you,” I said curtly, turning

out to brace the doorframe, her body leaning forward until

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

movements grew bolder. The hem of her dress rode up as she swayed her hips, revealing the

and tugged at one thin strap of her dress, letting it slip off her shoulder. The material fell away, exposing one

just for you. Are you really going to

rising in my chest, and grabbed

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

teased, slowly adjusting her dress back