The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 235

Ex–Wife

Chapter 235: 1 Promised To Stay, But I Never Promised I Would Love You

Angela Pov

I woke with a start, a nightmare leaving me in a cold sweat. The detalls quickly faded, but one comforting thought remained–Sean was safe, beyond Christopher’s reach, hack in New York.

The bedroom door opened without a knock. Christopher entered, his expression carefully composed as he approached and sat on edge of my bed. His proximity made my skin crawl.

“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked, voice gentle hut eyes watchful.

I turned away, fixing my gaze on the wall. The silence stretched between us.

“Angola,” he tried again. “The doctor is concerned about your condition.

o the

When I still didn’t respond, something in Christopher snapped. His hand shot out, gripping my chin and forcing me to face him. His fingers dug into my skin.

“Why won’t you speak to me?” he demanded, his carefully constructed Cacade cracking. “Is it my face? Can’t stand the sight of me Or do you think you’re too good to even speak to me?”

“Let go,” I said, my voice low and steady despite the fear coursing through me…

“Answer me, Angela!” His eyes burned with intensity. “Do you hate me that much? So much you can’t even speak a few words to

When I didn’t answer, he leaned in suddenly, his intention clear. I reacted instinctively, shoving him away with all my strength… Christopher lost his balance, tumbling off the bed onto the floor.

I scrambled backward until my shoulders hit the headboard, heart hammering against my ribs. Christopher rose slowly, his expression a mixture of hurt and anger as he reached for me.

“Angela, I’m sorry—”

“Don’t touch me!” I pressed myself against the headboard, desperate to maintain distance between us.

He halted mid–reach, then lowered his hand. “I lost control. It won’t happen again.”

Christopher ran his fingers through his hair, visibly collecting himself. “You need to eat something. You’re growing weaker by the

day.”

not hungry.”

“That’s not a choice anymore, he replied. “You’ve barely eaten in days.”

I turned away again. “Leave me alone.”

“We had an agreement, Christopher said, his voice hardening. “You promised to stay.”

“I promised to stay, I acknowledged, finally meeting his gaze. “But Thever promised I would love you.”

My statement landed like a physical blow between us, impossible to ignore. Christopher’s jaw tightened as he absorbed the blow.

“Is that how it is?” he asked finally, his voice barely audible..

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“Yes,” I replied simply. “That show it is.

The stood motionless for what felt like minutes, then nodded and

Less than an hour later, a mild arrived with a tray. The silver co

to reveal an array of expertly prepared dishes–meared

fish with lemon buffer, roasted vegetaldes, fresh liread, and a delicada chventata

The sight alone made my stomach clench. When the aroma reached be, bile or in my throat. I pressed my hand against my mouth and bolted for the bathroom, retching painfully though my stomach empty.

When I returned, pale and shaking, the maid watched with concern.

Mrs. Wilson, please try to drink some water at least.”

I accepted the glass reluctantly, taking small sips. The maid hovered until I’d consumed about half before departing with the untouched food.

As soon as she left, I returned to the bathroom and forced the wafer back up. My throat burned, but the relief of emptiness outweighed the discomfort.

By midday, a persistent dizziness had settled over me.

I heard Christophers voice outside my door, questioning the maid about my condition. Their words became indistinct, underwater sounds that made no sense.

When Christopher entered, he appeared to be moving in slow motion, I tried to focus on his face but couldn’t quite manage

“Angela?”

voice sounded distant.

I opened my mouth to respond, but my legs suddenly gave way. The door rushed up to meet me, then nothing.

I drifted in and out of consciousness, aware of gentle hands placing tee on the bed, of a cool cloth wiping my forehead. Through my lashes, I glimpsed Christopher’s worried face above me.

“What have I done?” he whispered, thinking me unconscious. Forcing her to stay when she so clearly despises me….

His fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face. “We could have remained friends. She never hated me then.”

I let myself sink back into darkness rather than face his regret.

Later, unfamiliar voices pulled me toward consciousness.

“I can find nothing physically wrong beyond the obvious symptoms of malnutrition and dehydration,” a clinical voice stated. The doctor, presumably.

Then why won’t she eat? Christopher demanded.

“Mr. Blake, this is a psychological issue, not a physical one,” the doctor explained patiently. “Mrs. Wilson is experiencing trauma. She nods professional psychological help.”

“Just give her something,” Christopher insisted. “There must be medication-

“I can prescribe nutrients, but that treats the symptom, not the cause The doctors voice grew firm. “She needs a

a psychiatrist, not

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just a medical doctor.”

“Fine,” Christopher conceded. Til attange it. But in the meantime, ge her whatever you can.

I felt a slight pinch as an IV needle entered my arm, then drifted away