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

Five years,

taking with

of throwing myself into work, of building Shaw Group higher and higher, as if reaching some invisible threshold might finally fill the emptiness shed

notification, watching as

sunlit kitchen. Two children

ingredients on

"Welcome everyone! the li

with theatrical flourish. "Today we're

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brother-than- nodded solemnly beside her, already measuring

special recipes," he added,

that age

me strangely of

months ago during a

these children-their unself-conscious joy, their

to their cooking "show"-had clight

world of carefully curated content, their

personality provided a contrast that was

we need

this, I couldn't help but reach

after I had finished taking a shower, there was a knock at the door. I thought it was hotel service, but when I opened

dress, so short it barely covered the tops of her thighs,

like velvet. "I'm a special

immediately understanding who or what she was. “No, thank you,” I said curtly,

was quicker. One slender arm shot out to brace the doorframe, her body leaning forward until her chest neatly brushed

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

of her dress rode up as she swayed her hips, revealing the curve of her

slip off her shoulder. The material fell

for you. Are you really going to turn

in my chest, and grabbed

Please leave," I stated, my

adjusting her dress back into place. If you