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.

it into my hand. "You've been

I saw Sean walk in, holding a bag of muffins, his face lighting up when

you're up!" he said, loud and relieved. But the

throbbed, 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

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

to my forehead, trying to sort

and brutal. Christina's voice in that bathroom-"You stole my

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

hail no trace of

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

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

it? Why had I let

with those muffins, and my chest tensed,

easy. I didn't

him as my husbad, the father

was back, and

"Did y

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

said, my throat tight. "A

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. Then he pulled the blanket

can get another

his

in, his eyes meeting mine. There was panic there under the relief. He knew I was remembering, and he was scared of

something

my forehead, asking the nurse for more ice when she came by. It was sweet, familiar-

weren't just back; they

heavy in my

I could lean into him, let him hold me like nothing had

what to feel. Was

My