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

body rejecting his approach even my mind questioned

I understand. You've lost your memory and feel uncomfortable

comfortable, he continued. But please, don't deny who I am.

someone in this unfamiliar world. Alright, I

meal should arrive soon," Christopher said, changing the

someone look after me

the way, where's my phone?"

in Christopher's

your accident, your phone disappeared," he explained

we rushed you to the

A couldn't hide my

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

one?"

accepted the reality with resignation, then

parent's contact information?"

tell John about your accident?* he

name meant nothing to

father, John Wilson," Christopher clarified. "You grew up with

mother?" I asked

A wave of sadness

the woman

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not discuss the past," he said finally. "You lived with your father, but

has a new family.

coursed through

father now lived primarily in

once I had a new phone. For

room door opened as Jack arrived with our dinner. The rich aroma of food filled the air, but rather

eat something," Christopher encouraged, placing a tray before

passing me the utensils. "Thank

bite of bread, but

"Have some

myself to take another bite, fighting the

couldn't contain it anymore.

I dropped the fork and rushed to

called, following

over the sink, retching violently as cold

small

back.

felt too weak to stand. Christopher lifted me effortlessly, carrying

whispered, my

say?" Christopher leaned

motioning toward

taking a small bite himself. "It tastes normal