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

make sure he understands," I replied

desk, they'll help

the receptionist explained, her voice

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

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

moment," I murmured, turning to where Sean's personal effects had been stored in a clear

same style he'd always preferred. Opening it

cards, placed in the exact order I remembered from our marriage. Nothing had changed in five years,

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small habit.

it out. As I handed it to

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

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

the familiar four digits. My heart raced as I pressed the

an error message.

the terminal beeped

receipt. "Everything's processed. Here are

papers automatically, my thoughts spinning. He kept the same

Sean Shaw, this wasn't mere oversight. What did it mean that he'd preserved this

Tentered Sean's

finished checking his vital signs. She acknowledged me

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

him so vulnerable, so

had driven him to this state? The Sean I remembered had been disciplined to a fault, meticulous about his health, controlled In all things. This collapse spoke of a different man entirely-one who had abandoned self-care, who had pushed his body beyond

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

sighed and pulled out my

should have

"Angela!

with Shaw go?" Marc's