The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 228

Ex-Wife

Chapter 228: Instinctive Rejection-1

Angela POV

"You are my fiancé?

"You don't believe me?" he asked, his expression falling.

I couldn't bring myself to respond. How could I believe something I couldn't remember?

My mind was a blank slate, a dark expanse where memories should have been.

Christopher sighed, running a hand through his hair. 'Angela, before you lost your memory, we had an argument. You were upset with me, refusing to speak to me. Surely you're not still angry now that you've forgotten everything?"

"We argued?" I asked softly, wondering if that explained the strange discomfort I felt at his proximity. My body seemed to instinctively pull away whenever he came too close.

"Yes," he confirmed. "Please, don't be difficult. Your condition requires rest. Let me take care of you, alright?"

I studied him carefully. "You say you're my fiancé... is that really true?"

His expression remained steady, showing no signs of deception that I could detect. "What, you argue with me once and suddenly don't want to recognize your own fiancé?"

His words stung, though I couldn't understand why. The emptiness in my mind terrified me-who was I? What kind of person had I

been?

"I just... feel strange," I admitted quietly. "When I look at you, nothing feels familiar."

Pain flashed across his face. "Amnesia is cruel, isn't it? To forget even your own fiancé."

"You truly don't remember me at all?" he asked, voice tinged with hurt.

"I'm sorry," I said honestly. "I can't remember anything. When I look at you, I don't feel any emotional connection between us."

Christopher fell silent for a moment. "Not all engaged couples are together because of love," he murmured.

"What?" I hadn't caught his words.

“Nothing,” he said quickly. “I just meant you're still the same as before."

Curiosity sparked within me. "The same as before? What was I like before?"

"When we first met, you were quite cold toward me," he explained. It took considerable effort on my part to win you over."

This information left me confused but somewhat reassured. Perhaps this explained the disconnect I felt-maybe I'd never been

particularly affectionate toward him.

Angela, Christopher pressed, "you can't deny my identity just because you've lost your memory. We haven't broken up. That's not fair to me."

Guilt washed over me. If what he said was true, I was being unfair. I'm sorry... I just... can't remember anything."

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closer. Don't be like

away, my body rejecting his approach even my

"Fine, I understand. You've lost your memory and feel uncomfortable around me, I

you feel comfortable, he continued. But please, don't deny who

doubts, I needed someone in this unfamiliar world. Alright, I

said, changing the subject "Shall

"Yes." Having someone look after me seemed like the best Aption,

where's my phone?"

in

your phone disappeared," he explained "I

when we rushed you to the

couldn't hide

attention," he said. "I'm not sure where it ended up. Would you like me to buy you a

one?"

then asked, "Could you give

parent's contact information?"

planning to tell John about your accident?*

The name meant nothing

Christopher clarified. "You grew up

about my mother?" I

silence spoke volumes. A wave of sadness

recall the woman I was

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said finally. "You lived with your

has a new family.

coursed through

that my father now lived primarily in Europe with

him once I had a

as Jack arrived with our dinner. The rich aroma of food filled the air, but rather than making my mouth water, it triggered

something," Christopher encouraged, placing a tray

steak into small pieces, passing me the utensils. "Thank you," I managed, though my stomach churned at the

small bite of bread, but it

"Have some vegetables, don't

myself to take another bite, fighting the

couldn't contain it anymore.

the fork and rushed to the

Christopher called, following

the sink, retching violently as

hand rubbed small circles on

back.

the heaving subsided, I felt too weak to stand. Christopher lifted

whispered, my voice

you say?" Christopher

I repeated, motioning toward the

small bite himself. "It tastes