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.

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

relieved. But the second his voice hit me,

laughing with me in a car Sean

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

a hand to my forehead, trying to sort it out. What was real? What

sharp and brutal. Christina's voice in that bathroom-"You stole my man!"-it

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

No wonder my

coworkers never mentioned him.

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of him.

Literally. My chicks burned remembering it-his hands on my desk, my skiri showed up, the reckless heat of

Don't make the

I ignored it? Why had I let

Sean, standing there with those

it was easy. I didn't

the father

truth was

"Did y

the bag down.s voice was

"A lot.

nodded, stepping closer. “Take your time. I'm here.” He grabbed the cup from my hand when I fumbled it, refilling it without me asking.

I can

behind my head, his hands shaky like

want to," he cut in, his eyes meeting mine. There was panic there under the relief. He knew I was remembering,

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

the bandage on my forehead, asking the nurse for more ice when she

memories weren't just back; they were alive,

sat heavy in my chest now,

him, let him hold me like nothing had ever broken. In

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

My