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.

first time Aria said "Mama," her tiny voice so clear, I cried. Ethan's came a week later,

at the very top. He said it's from him and Aria, something

Christmas morning, Mommy," he told me, serious as ever. I want

families are here-Dad, Victoria, everyone-and I don't want them stuck

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

setting the juice down.

fine," I cut in. "I'm tired of this

Vant

the kids for

your head bashed in.

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

arms. "I'm not spending Christmas

a hand through his hair.

stubborn

But he doesn't

doctor comes,

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

1/2

Step at a

back after Christmas for a

just grumbles something about me

home

like pine from the tree in the living room. Lights winkle along

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