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."

yet here

make sure he

the front desk, they'll help you with

charges,” the receptionist explained,

wallet, already knowing the futility of the gesture. My emergency cash wouldn't cover even a fraction of the

Explaining Sean's condition

to where Sean's personal effects had been stored

Italian leather, the same style he'd

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

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small habit.

fingers hesitated over the black American Express Centurion can before decisively pulling it out. As I handed it to the receptionist, a

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

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

1 hesitated before inputting the familiar four digits. My heart

an error message.

the terminal

receipt. "Everything's processed.

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

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

Tentered Sean's

nurse finished checking his vital signs. She

the hospital gown and IV lines. His face was ashen,

1 seen him so vulnerable, so human. The man who had once possessed

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

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

out my phone, dialing

should have

"Angela!

How did the meeting with Shaw