The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 228

Ex–Wife

Chapter 228: Instinctive Rejection–1

Angela POV

“You are my fiancé?

“You don’t believe me?” he asked, his expression falling.

I couldn’t bring myself to respond. How could I believe something I couldn’t remember?

My mind was a blank slate, a dark expanse where memories should have been.

Christopher sighed, running a hand through his hair. ‘Angela, before you lost your memory, we had an argument. You were upset with me, refusing to speak to me. Surely you’re not still angry now that you’ve forgotten everything?”

“We argued?” I asked softly, wondering if that explained the strange discomfort I felt at his proximity. My body seemed to instinctively pull away whenever he came too close.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “Please, don’t be difficult. Your condition requires rest. Let me take care of you, alright?”

I studied him carefully. “You say you’re my fiancé… is that really true?”

His expression remained steady, showing no signs of deception that I could detect. “What, you argue with me once and suddenly don’t want to recognize your own fiancé?”

His words stung, though I couldn’t understand why. The emptiness in my mind terrified me–who was I? What kind of person had I

been?

“I just… feel strange,” I admitted quietly. “When I look at you, nothing feels familiar.”

Pain flashed across his face. “Amnesia is cruel, isn’t it? To forget even your own fiancé.”

“You truly don’t remember me at all?” he asked, voice tinged with hurt.

“I’m sorry,” I said honestly. “I can’t remember anything. When I look at you, I don’t feel any emotional connection between us.”

Christopher fell silent for a moment. “Not all engaged couples are together because of love,” he murmured.

“What?” I hadn’t caught his words.

“Nothing,” he said quickly. “I just meant you’re still the same as before.”

Curiosity sparked within me. “The same as before? What was I like before?”

“When we first met, you were quite cold toward me,” he explained. It took considerable effort on my part to win you over.”

This information left me confused but somewhat reassured. Perhaps this explained the disconnect I felt–maybe I’d never been

particularly affectionate toward him.

Angela, Christopher pressed, “you can’t deny my identity just because you’ve lost your memory. We haven’t broken up. That’s not fair to me.”

Guilt washed over me. If what he said was true, I was being unfair. I’m sorry… I just… can’t remember anything.”

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Chapter 228: Instinctive Rejection–1

Christopher moved closer. Don’t be like this, Angela.

I instinctively backed away, my body rejecting his approach even my mind questioned why.

He stopped, exhaling heavily. “Fine, I understand. You’ve lost your memory and feel uncomfortable around me, I can give you time:

“I won’t force you to do anything until you feel comfortable, he continued. But please, don’t deny who I am. Can you do that?

Despite my lingering doubts, I needed someone in this unfamiliar world. Alright, I agreed cautiously.

“Our meal should arrive soon,” Christopher said, changing the subject “Shall we eat something?

I nodded. “Yes.” Having someone look after me seemed like the best Aption, given my circumstances,

“By the way, where’s my phone?” I asked suddenly.

Something flickered in Christopher’s eyes–surprise, perhaps.

“When you had your accident, your phone disappeared,” he explained “I couldn’t find it when we rushed you to the hospital

“Really?” A couldn’t hide my disappointment.

“I was focused on getting you medical attention,” he said. “I’m not sure where it ended up. Would you like me to buy you a new

one?”

I accepted the reality with resignation, then asked, “Could you give me my parent’s contact information?”

“Are you planning to tell John about your accident?* he countered.

“John?” The name meant nothing to me.

“Yes, your father, John Wilson,” Christopher clarified. “You grew up with him.”

“What about my mother?” I asked hesitantly.

Christopher’s silence spoke volumes. A wave of sadness washed over me, though I couldn’t recall the woman I was mourning.

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 228: Instinctive Rejection–2

“Let’s not discuss the past,” he said finally. “You lived with your father, but now he has a new family.

“What?” Shock coursed through me.

Christopher explained that my father now lived primarily in Europe with his new family.

The news saddened me, but I decided I could contact him once I had a new phone. For now, other concerns took priority.

The hospital room door opened as Jack arrived with our dinner. The rich aroma of food filled the air, but rather than making my mouth water, it triggered an immediate wave of nausea.

“Angela, you should eat something,” Christopher encouraged, placing a tray before me.

He cut the steak into small pieces, passing me the utensils. “Thank you,” I managed, though my stomach churned at the sight.

I tried a small bite of bread, but it tasted bitter on my tongue. Christopher added salad to my plate. “Have some vegetables, don’t just eat bread.”

I forced myself to take another bite, fighting the rising bile in my throat. Suddenly, I couldn’t contain it anymore.

“Ugh…” I dropped the fork and rushed to the bathroom.

“Angela!” Christopher called, following behind me.

I hunched over the sink, retching violently as cold sweat beaded on my forehead. Christopher’s hand rubbed small circles on my

back.

When the heaving subsided, I felt too weak to stand. Christopher lifted me effortlessly, carrying me back to the bed.

“Disgusting…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“What did you say?” Christopher leaned closer.

“Disgusting,” I repeated, motioning toward the food.

Christopher examined the food, taking a small bite himself. “It tastes normal to me. Maybe your sense of taste is affected by your

condition.”

He turned to Jack. “Take all this food away.”

“Mr. Blake, was there something wrong with what I brought?” Jack asked.

“It doesn’t suit her stomach. Take it out now; we’ll discuss it later.”

After Jack removed the food, Christopher opened a window to clear the air. “Feeling better?” he asked gently.