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.

into my hand. "You've been out for

through the dryness in my throat. Then I saw Sean walk in, holding a bag of muffins, his face

he said, loud and relieved. But the second his voice hit

hard, like a dam breaking. Sean laughing with me in a car Sean yelling, his face twisted with anger. Sean

on me in that hot spring, his

and I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying

it clicked, sharp and brutal. Christina's voice in that bathroom-"You stole

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

No wonder my

coworkers never mentioned him.

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

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

note too, the one only I could see: Don't

ignored it? Why had

Sean, standing there with those muffins, and my chest

easy. I didn't know the past didn't know

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

was back, and it

"Did y

bag down.s voice was soft, careful, like he could

my throat tight. "A lot. It's all jumbled

your 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

can get another

behind my head, his hands shaky like he didn't know what to do

his eyes meeting mine. There was panic there under

a muffin Here, kiddo, eat something She giggled,

the bandage on my forehead, asking the nurse for more

just back;

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

me like nothing had

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

My