The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 125

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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."

years divorced, yet here I was, mistaken for

he understands,"

the front desk, they'll help you with

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

futility of the gesture. My emergency cash wouldn't cover even a fraction of the amount, and my

moment, I considered calling Christopher, but quickly dismissed the thought. Explaining Sean's condition to

turning to where Sean's personal effects had been stored in a clear hospital

Italian leather, the same style he'd always preferred.

from our marriage. Nothing had changed

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small habit.

out.

security, changing passwords regularly-except for the one he'd used during our marriage. The one

must have changed it by now, I thought, watching the reception slide the card through the reader. Five years is more than enough time to erase

digits. My

an error message.

the terminal beeped

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

papers automatically, my thoughts spinning. He kept the same PIN

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

Tentered Sean's

checking his vital signs. She

I approached the bed slowly Sean lay unnaturally still, his normally commanding presence diminished by the hospital gown and IV lines. His face was ashen, lips cracked

chair beside him, studying this unfamiliar version of Sean Shaw. Never had 1 seen him so vulnerable, so human. The man who had once possessed

meticulous about his health, controlled In all things. This collapse spoke of a different man

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

pulled out

should have

"Angela!

with Shaw go?" Marc's eager voice filled my