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.

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

in my throat. Then I saw Sean walk in, holding a bag of muffins, his face lighting up when he saw me

But the second his voice hit me,

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

moments-his hands on me in that hot spring, his lips on mine-mixed with

forehead, trying to sort it

Christina's voice in that bathroom-"You stole my man!"-it wasn't

been hers first. I'd loved him for years, given him everything, and he'd left me for her. Five and

No wonder my

coworkers never mentioned him.

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

in my office, I'd let him back in. Literally. My chicks burned remembering it-his hands on my desk, my skiri showed up, the

that Instagram note too, the one only I could see: Don't make the same mistake again. I'd

had I ignored it? Why had

there with those muffins, and my chest tensed,

was easy. I didn't know the past

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

truth was

"Did y

Sean asked, setting the bag down.s voice was soft, careful, like

throat tight. "A lot.

the cup from my hand when I fumbled it, refilling

I can

the pillow behind my head, his hands shaky like he didn't know what

mine. There was panic there under the relief. He knew

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

nurse for more ice when she

memories weren't just back; they were

fight, every tear I'd cried alone with the twins-they sat heavy in my chest now, next to the love I'd

me like nothing had ever

didn't know what to feel. Was I mad? Hurt? Did

My