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."

here I was, mistaken for his

he

proceed to the front desk, they'll help you with the admission paperwork

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

the gesture. My emergency cash wouldn't cover even a fraction of the amount, and my credit card was approaching its limit after

Explaining Sean's condition

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

style he'd always preferred.

from our marriage.

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small habit.

decisively pulling it out. As I handed it

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

the card through the reader.

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

an error message.

the terminal beeped its

receipt. "Everything's

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

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

Tentered Sean's

nurse finished checking his vital signs. She acknowledged me with a quick

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 from demydration,

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 against the

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

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

out my

should have

"Angela!

meeting with Shaw go?" Marc's eager voice