The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 125

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 125: The Password He Never Changed Angela Nov

Mis Shaw?

My head snapped up at the doctor's words, a correction poised on my tips before

I swallowed it back.

"I'm Dr. Keller," the woman continued, extending a folder. I have MeShows preliminary diagnosis."

I accepted the medical report with steady hands despite my inner turmoil. An hour had passed since Sean had collapsed in the hotel doorway, since I'd called on ambulance while his unconscious furni heavy against me.

"Mr. Shaw is suffering from severe gastric ulcers, Dr. Keller explained "The fainting episode was triggered by a combination of acute symptoms, malnutrition, exhaustion, and psychological stress,

"Malnutrition?" I couldn't mask my surprise. The words seemed incongruous with the Sean Shaw I remembered-powerful, invincible, a man who commanded boardrooms and bent industries to his will. "That can't be right."

Dr. Keller's expression foftened slightly. Tunderstand your disbelief, but the tests are quite clear. Mr. Shaw's condition indicates prolonged nutritional deficiency, coupled with excessive alcohol consumption-particularly whiskey, which is especially harsh on the gastric lining."

e seemed so at

so at odds with the

My mind flashed to Olivia's stories about Sean at The Rain, drinking lone night after night. The image man 1 had known.

"What happens now?" I asked, refocusing on the present.

"We strongly recommend immediate hospitalization. Without proper treatment, Mr. Shaw risks serious complications, including gastric perforation."

"Of course. Whatever is necessary for his recovery

"I must emphasize, Dr. Keller added, her tone growing grave, "that your partner must completely abstain from alcohol. Even a single drink could trigger severe consequences given the current state of his gastric lining."

Five years divorced, yet here I was, mistaken for his

he

desk, they'll help you with

to $30,000, with additional daily charges,” the receptionist explained, her voice pleasant but firm. "How would you like

emergency cash wouldn't cover even a fraction of

calling Christopher, but quickly dismissed the thought. Explaining Sean's condition to him

personal effects had been stored in a

he'd always preferred.

exact order I remembered from our marriage. Nothing had changed in

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The Password He

small habit.

can before decisively pulling it out. As I handed

been methodical about security, changing passwords regularly-except for the one

I thought, watching the reception slide the card through the reader. Five years is more than enough time

four digits. My heart raced as I pressed the

an error message.

the terminal

the receptionist smiled, printing the receipt. "Everything's

my thoughts spinning. He kept the same PIN code. For five years, he kept my

this wasn't mere oversight. What did it mean that he'd

Tentered Sean's

his vital signs. She acknowledged me with

normally commanding presence diminished by the hospital gown and IV

version of Sean Shaw. Never had 1 seen him so vulnerable, so human. The

about his health, controlled In all things. This collapse spoke of a different man entirely-one who had abandoned self-care,

room door, his unsteady stance, the sweat beading on his forehead. Signs 1

sighed and pulled out

should have

"Angela!

did the meeting with Shaw go?" Marc's