The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 189

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 189: I Don't Make A Habit of Partnering With Fools

I lay in the hospital bed, my silk nightgown crumpled and my makeup smeared from crying. The VIP room felt cold and empty as t stared at the ceiling.

The door opened and Mother walked in briskly. She quickly took in try disheveled appearance and the makeup scattered across the

"Christina!" she snapped, her voice cutting through my daze. "The hospital called me about your condition. I rushed here as fast as 1

could."

I remained motionless, my gaze fixed on the ceiling, umresponsive her arrival.

The nurse hovering nervously by the door offered a quick update. "Aner Mr. Shaw left, she's refused to eat anything, Mrs. Jordan. We've tried several times, but she won't touch her food."

Sean Shaw was here?" Mother's tone suddenly changed, her eyes lighting up. "Christina, why didn't you tell me? What did he say?"

I stared at the ceiling without responding.

"Christina!" Mother shook my arm. "Answer me!"

+ foally turned

to her. "Mama, it's over. Sean came to tell me he never wants to see me again." "What?" Mother's grip tightened. "That's impossible. What exactly did he say?" He said that after what I did, we're done forever. He knows everything-about the deleted text message, about Angela's pregnancy. All of it." Fresh tears spilled down my cheeks. "He's going back to her He's chosen Angela over me, despite everything we've done."

Mother stood frozen, her cosmetically-enhanced features unable to fully express her shock.

"This can't be happening,” she whispered. "What about all we've invested? The medical contracts, the social connections-

could face serious difficulties. The Blake Medical Group is already positioning for expansion" "How could you

onto the balcony to call Father, but he didn't answer. After several attempts, she returned to my bedside, her face twisted with anges Without

slapped me

hissed,

cheek, fresh tears welling

had just accepted his

away, at least I'd have something

years.

I

leaving me alone with my humiliation and

someone who might

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Angula together.

you to

sat with a cup of tea while his assistant David stood nearby. Neither offered me a seat though I'd bn sanding for fifteen

earlier, have you

his tea before responding. "I apologize, Miss Jalan, but I don't make a habit of partnering with

misheard.

possess no leverage," he replied evenly, "yet you've managed to transform a promising situation into a complete disaster. Tell me, Miss Jordan, why should I collaborate with you? Or perhaps you believe Christopher Blake runs a charity?" "David," he continued without waiting for my response, please show Miss

you have

arched slightly. "A deal? What exactly do you think you have to offer me now? After your recent.... performance, you're nothing in Sean's eyes. And my feelings for

voice hardened. “No one gets to manipulate or exploit my feelings for

Sean?" I pressed. "If you really cared about her, you'd

r her!