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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Don't be

away, my body rejecting his approach even my

You've lost your memory and feel uncomfortable around me, I can give

force you to do anything until you feel comfortable, he continued. But please, don't deny who I am.

needed someone in this unfamiliar world. Alright,

said, changing the subject "Shall we eat

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

the way, where's my

flickered in Christopher's

your accident, your phone disappeared," he explained "I

it when we rushed you

couldn't hide

was focused on getting you medical attention," he said. "I'm not sure where it ended up. Would you like me to

one?"

accepted the reality with resignation, then asked, "Could you give me

parent's contact information?"

John about your

meant

Wilson," Christopher

mother?"

wave of sadness

recall the

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not discuss the past," he said finally. "You

has a new family.

coursed

lived

contact him once I had a new phone. For now, other

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

you should eat something," Christopher encouraged, placing a

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

but it

"Have some vegetables,

to take another bite, fighting the rising bile in my throat. Suddenly,

couldn't contain it anymore.

the fork and rushed

called, following

sink, retching violently as cold sweat beaded on

hand rubbed small

back.

the heaving subsided, I felt too weak to stand.

whispered, my

you say?" Christopher

motioning

food, taking a small