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

I saw Sean walk in, holding

up!" he said, loud and relieved. But the second

laughing with me in a car Sean yelling, his face twisted with anger. Sean walking away

me in that hot spring, his

my forehead, trying to sort it out. What was

and brutal. Christina's voice in

hers first. I'd loved 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 and

No wonder my

coworkers never mentioned him.

1/3

Pieces of

of him. We'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. That wasn't

Don't make the same mistake again. I'd written it

I ignored it? Why had I let him close

there with

my memory, it was easy. I didn't know

as my husbad, the father of my kids,

was back, and it

"Did y

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

tight. "A lot. It's all jumbled up,

grabbed the cup from my hand when I fumbled it, refilling it without me asking. Then he

cold? I can get another

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

eyes meeting mine. There was panic there under the relief. He knew I was remembering,

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

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

memories weren't just back; they were alive,

I'd cried alone with the twins-they sat heavy in my chest

like nothing had

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

My