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."

divorced, yet here I was, mistaken

sure he

desk, they'll help you with the admission paperwork

daily charges,” the receptionist explained, her voice pleasant but firm. "How

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

I considered calling Christopher, but quickly dismissed the thought. Explaining

murmured, turning to where Sean's personal effects had been stored

the same style he'd always preferred. Opening it

in the exact order I remembered from

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Password He

small habit.

American Express Centurion can before decisively pulling it out. As

He'd always been methodical about security, changing passwords regularly-except for the one he'd used during our marriage. The one tied to

the reception slide the card through the reader. Five years is more than

four digits. My heart raced as

an error message.

terminal beeped

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

automatically, my thoughts spinning. He kept the same PIN

oversight. What did

Tentered Sean's

a nurse finished checking his vital signs.

commanding presence diminished by the hospital gown and IV lines. His face was ashen, lips cracked from demydration, dark

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

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

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

sighed and pulled out my phone,

should have

"Angela!

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