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 I was, mistaken for

sure he understands,"

front desk, they'll help you with the admission

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

even a fraction of the amount, and my credit card was approaching its limit

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

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

leather, the same style he'd always preferred. Opening it revealed a meticulously

order I remembered from our marriage. Nothing had

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small habit.

can before decisively pulling it out.

about security, changing passwords regularly-except for the one he'd used during

the reader. Five years is more than enough

the familiar four digits. My heart raced as I pressed the final number,

an error message.

terminal beeped its

printing the receipt. "Everything's

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

mere oversight. What did it mean that he'd preserved this one connection to our

Tentered Sean's

vital signs. She acknowledged me with a quick

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

of Sean Shaw. Never had 1 seen him so vulnerable, so human. The man who had once possessed my heart completely

to a fault, meticulous about his health, controlled In all things. This collapse spoke of a different man entirely-one

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

and pulled out my phone,

should have

"Angela!

with Shaw go?" Marc's eager voice filled