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

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

and relieved. But the second

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 walking away while I

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

I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying

it clicked, sharp and brutal. Christina's voice in

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

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

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

ignored it? Why had

Sean, standing there with those muffins, and my

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

father of my

truth was back, and it

"Did y

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

said, my throat tight. "A lot. It's all

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

can get

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

his eyes meeting mine. There was panic there under the relief. He knew

but not touching, and handed Aria a muffin Here, kiddo, eat something She giggled, crumbs falling everywhere, and

so hard. Bringing juice for Ethan, checking the bandage on my forehead, asking the nurse for more ice when she came by. It

weren't just back; they were alive,

with the twins-they sat heavy in my chest now,

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

I didn't know what to feel. Was

My