The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 129

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 129: I Promise I’ll Come Tomorrow

Angela POV

“When?” I asked, my voice strailer than I expected. “When did she d

Sean swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly before he spoke.

“Three years ago. Christmas Eve His voice was barely audible. “It was kidney failure that triggered cardiac arrest. By the time we got her to the hospital, it was too late.”

The words hit me like physical blows. Three years. While 1 had been building a new life in Italy, Elizabeth had passed away with her family by her side but without me there to say goodbye.

“Elizabeth had kidney failure?” I asked, stunted. “How did I not know this?”

Sean’s gaze dropped to his hands. “Her condition had been deteriorating gradually. Age–related, mostly. That night…” He paused, his voice catching. That night was different. More severe. By the time found her…”

1 let out a bitter laugh hollow and painful. “What right do I have to ask about any of this? I wasn’t even there when she was ill. I didn’t even know about her kidney problems.”

“She mentioned you,” Sean said quietly. “At the end.”

My head snapped up, eyes locking with his. “Really?”

she

missed

ed you very much.”

Something broke inside me at those words–a dam I’d carefully constructed over five years, holding back emotions I couldn’t afford to feel. Tears filled my eyes and spilled silently down my cheeks. I tried to turn away, to hide this moment of vulnerability, but Sean reached out, pulling me gently against his chest.

I should have resisted. I should have pulled away immediately. Instep, I found myself collapsing against him, my tears soaking into his shirt as silent sobs wracked my body. His arms encircled me, one hand stroking my hair with unexpected tenderness.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “It’s all

over now.

We stayed like that, frozen in a moment that seemed to exist outside our complicated history, until the door opened and a nurse entered. She paused momentarily at the sight of us before proceeding to change Sean’s IV bag.

Reality crashed back as I suddenly remembered why Sean was hospitalized–gastric bleeding, collapse, his own medical crisis. And here I was, crying in his arms like he was the healthy one.

I pulled away, wiping my face as I moved to the small cabinet in the corner of

of the room. Finding a clean hospital gown, I turned

back to Sean.“”

I’m sorry I got your shirt all wet,” I said, holding out the garment. You should change into something dry.”

Sean shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. It’ll dry soon enough.”

“You’re already sick. Getting chilled will only make your stomach condition worse.”

“My hands are a bit occupied at the moment,” he replied, indicating the IV line inserted into his arm.

I glanced at the medical equipment, suddenly feeling foolish. Of course he couldn’t easily change clothes with an IV in place.

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Chapter 129; I Promise I’ll Come Tomorrow

I sat silently in the hospital room for a while, then glanced at my watch and realized it was almost time for the children to he dismissed from school.

“It’s getting late,” I said, setting the gown aside. “I should go.”

I had barely turned toward the door when Sean’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. Ils grip was firm, desperate even, as his eyes. locked onto mine.

“You’re leaving?” The vulnerability in his voice was startling.

I tried to pull my hand free, but his grip only tightened. “Senn, plens let go.”

“Will you come back tomorrow?” he asked, desperation bleeding Inte his tone.

“Yes, I promise I’ll come tomorrow,” I assured him. The doctor says need proper rest and care. I’ll look after you during this period.”

His grip relaxed slightly, but he didn’t release me. “What would you like for breakfast? 111 have Thomas arrange

“Anything if Tine. T’ll eat whatever you bring ”

“I’ll bring breakfast, I offered, “but I won’t be able to stay for lunch have other commitments.”

That’s fine. Thomas can handle lunch arrangements.”

I nodded, acutely aware that I couldn’t tell him my “commitments” e our children–Aria and Ethan–who needed their mother.

Sean’s eyes