The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 278

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 278: Pieces of Me

Angela Pov

1 felt like I'd been trapped in a long, messy dream.

Faces, voices, moments-they all swirled together, blurry and jagged, like a movie

I couldn't follow.

There was shouting, then silence, then heat-hat water, hands on me Sean's voice whispering my name.

But through it all, the kids were the only thing that stayed solid.

Aria's giggles, Ethan's quiet grip-they were like an anchor pulling back.

I heard them calling me, faint at first, then louder, sharper.

"Mommy, wake up!"

I couldn't stay under. Not with them waiting.

When my eyes finally opened, the hospital room came into focus-white walls, a steady beep from the machine next to me.

Aria was sprawled across my chest, her little arms tight around me,bbling about something I couldn't catch. Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped around mine, squeezing like he'd never let go.

I let out a ashaky breath. They we

were okay, I was okay.

Dad was there too, hovering by my side. His eyes were red, shiny with tears he wouldn't let fall. "Angie, how you feeling?" he asked, his voice rough

"Like my head's been hit with a brick," I said, managing a small smile. He chuckled, but it sounded forced.

Victoria jumped up from her chair, grabbing a cup of water from the table.

she said, pressing it into my hand. "You've

Then I saw Sean walk in, holding a bag

said, loud and relieved. But the

head throbbed, and flashes started coming-fast, hard, like a dam breaking. Sean laughing with me in a car Sean yelling, his face twisted with anger.

in that hot spring, his lips on mine-mixed

eyes, and I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to sort it out. What was real? What was just

it clicked, sharp and brutal. Christina's voice in

him everything, and he'd left me for her. Five and a half years ago, he walked out, and

No wonder my

coworkers never mentioned him.

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wonder my phone hail no trace of him. We'd been divorced all the

two weeks ago, in my office, I'd let him back in. Literally. My chicks burned remembering it-his hands on my desk, my

too, the one only I could see: Don't make the same mistake

ignored it? Why had I let him

at Sean, standing there with those muffins, and

memory, it was easy. I didn't know the past didn't know

taken him as my husbad, the father of my kids, because that's what

now? The truth was back,

"Did y

voice was soft, careful, like he could tell

said, my throat tight. "A lot.

the cup from my hand when I fumbled it, refilling

can get another

him. He hovered, adjusting the pillow behind my head, his hands shaky like he

under the relief. He knew

Aria a muffin Here, kiddo, eat something She giggled, crumbs falling everywhere, and he brushed them off the bed

Bringing juice for Ethan, checking the bandage on my forehead, asking the nurse for more ice when she came

weren't just back; they

twins-they sat heavy in my

I'd forgotten, I could lean into him, let him hold me like nothing had ever broken. In that hot spring. I'd wanted him-trusted

feel. Was I mad?

My