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

sure he understands," I replied

you'd proceed to the front desk, they'll help you with the admission

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

the gesture. My emergency cash wouldn't cover even a fraction of the amount, and my credit card was approaching

but quickly dismissed the thought. Explaining Sean's condition to him would lead to questions

turning to where Sean's personal effects had been

his wallet-expensive Italian leather, the same style he'd always preferred.

cards, placed in the exact order I remembered from our marriage. Nothing

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small habit.

Centurion can before decisively pulling it out. As I handed it to

use now? He'd always been methodical about security, changing passwords regularly-except for the one he'd

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

digits. My heart

an error message.

terminal beeped its

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

spinning. He kept the same PIN code. For five

careful as Sean Shaw, this wasn't mere oversight. What did it

Tentered Sean's

checking his vital signs. She acknowledged me with a quick nod before

still, his normally commanding presence diminished by the hospital gown and

studying this unfamiliar version of Sean Shaw. Never had 1 seen him so vulnerable, so human. The man who had once possessed my heart completely now looked almost fragile against the white

Sean I remembered had been disciplined to a fault, meticulous about his health, controlled In

at the hotel room door, his unsteady stance, the sweat beading on

sighed and pulled out my phone,

should have

"Angela!

are you? How did the meeting with Shaw go?" Marc's eager