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.

my hand. "You've

saw Sean walk in, holding a

But the second his voice

in a car Sean

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

forehead, trying to

and brutal. Christina's voice in

loved him for years, given him everything, and he'd left me for

No wonder my

coworkers never mentioned him.

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

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

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

ignored it? Why

standing there with

memory, it was easy. I didn't know

father of my kids, because that's what

was back, and it

"Did y

down.s voice was soft, careful, like he

"A lot. It's all

time. I'm here.” He grabbed the cup from my hand when I fumbled it, refilling it without me asking. Then he pulled the blanket up over my legs, tucking it in like

I can

head, his hands shaky like he didn't

panic there under the relief. He knew I was remembering, and he was scared

Aria a muffin Here, kiddo, eat something She giggled, crumbs falling everywhere,

Ethan, checking the bandage on my forehead, asking the nurse for more ice when she came by. It was sweet, familiar- but it didn't erase

just back;

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

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

feel. Was I mad? Hurt? Did I still

My