The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 285

Chapter 279

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 279: A Step at a Time

Angela POV

The next two days in the hospital pass quietly. Sean's still here, hovering like he's afraid I'll vanish if he blinks.

He brings me water before lask, fluff's my pillow when it sags, makes sure the kids have snacks. I don't push him away.

I'm polite-thank him when he hands me something, nod when he asks if I'm okay.

I don't stop him from playing with Aria and Ethan either. They love him. Aria climbs all over him, giggling when he pretends to drop her. Ethan's quieter, but he sticks close, showing Sean a drawing he made, his little face lighting up when Sean ruffles his hair.

Is it just blood that ties them? Or is he actually a good dad? I don't know. I watch them, and it's hard to figure out what I feel.

Five years ago, he wasn't there for any of this-their first steps, their first words. I did it alone. But now, seeing him with them, it's like he never left.

Last night, before bed, he leaned in and kissed me. Soft, quick, on the lips. I didn't pull back, but I didn't kiss him either.

I just sat there, frozen, my heart thudding. He didn't push it-just said goodnight and turned off the light.

Everyone's thrilled I've got my memory back. Dad especially. He sat with me all morning yesterday, telling me stories-how I used to beg him to push me higher on the swings, how I cried when my goldfish died.

"It's like I've got my Angie back," he said, smiling so wide I could see the lines in his face deepen. I smiled too, because I remembered those things now.

me in waves. It was tough-nights pacing with screaming twins in each arm, days juggling work and diapers. But the first time Aria said "Mama," her tiny voice

hung on the tree-the one at the very top. He said it's from him and Aria, something they made for

Mommy," he told me, serious as ever. I want to be home for

stuck in this

say at breakfast. Sean's pouring juice for the kids, and Jhon's flipping through a magazine

says, setting the juice down.

in. "I'm tired of

Vant

home with the kids for

head. "Angie, you just got your head bashed in. You

to a machine. I'll get checked out today. If the

"I'm

sighs, running a hand through his hair.

stubborn

hell" But he doesn't

doctor comes,

checks my stitches. "You're healing well," he says. "You can go home tomorrow,

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A Step

back after Christmas for a

just grumbles

get home that

living room. Lights winkle along the branches, and

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