The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 242

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 242: I Can’t Forgive The Pain He Caused You

Sean P

POV

“Wait a minute, weren’t you severely injured and unconscious? How Were you suddenly able to come find me?

“Seems

like he thought he’d won you over, so he let me go.”

“How long was I unconscious?” she asked, changing the subject.

“What’s wrong?” I leaned closer, concerned by her immediate question

“I just want to know how long I’ve been away.” Her fingers twisted in the crisp hospital sheets.

“A day,” I assured her. “The doctors say your condition is stable–just dehydration and malnutrition. Nothing permanent.”

Angela nodded slowly, processing this information. Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar hospital room before returning to my

face.

“Why did you lose your memory?” I asked gently: “Do you remember what happened?”

Her brow furrowed with concentration. Im… not entirely sure, but when I woke up at Christopher’s villa, I had an Injury

Did you hit the hack of your head? My stomach tightened at the thought of her injured and alone.

“I think so.” She touched her temple reflexively

“Ive already arranged for a neurological specialist to examine you,” I told her, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to make sure you’re completely alright.”

Angela’s gaze drifted to the window, a shadow crossing her face. “It remember correctly, I went to that island to make a deal with Christopher—my staying in exchange for your freedom”

The guilt I’d been carrying intensified. Everything she’d endured had been because of me.

“When did you regain consciousness?” she asked suddenly, her eyes sharpening as they studied my face. “Besides the abdominal wound, do you have other injuries?”

“Not long ago, I answered vaguely.

Angelas eyes narrowed with suspicion.

Son. “You came to Fi

came to find me immediately after waking up.

you?”

I couldn’t lie to her. “Yes.”

your

voice grew

tense. “Rushing into a

a dangerous rescue operation right after regaining consciousness

wound fully healed? Her -did the doctors approve this?”

“Of course,” I replied smoothly. “I consulted with the doctors and only came after receiving their approval.”

Angela’s eyebrows rose. “Do you think I’ve lost my memory or my intelligence? Using such obvious lies to placate me? Is that : amusing to you?

“You re angry?” I asked, genuinely surprised by her sharp response.

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Chapter 242: I Can’t Forgive The Pain He Caused You

“I’m sorry,” I added quickly. Tidn’t want to worry you. Have 1 disappointed you with my answer?”

Her expression softened slightly. “You should understand why I’m upset.”

“I do.” I reached for her hand, relieved when she didn’t pull away. “Inderstand completely. You’re angry because you re worried

about me.”

Angela’s fingers curled around mine, the simple touch making my hart race. For so long I’d feared I might never feel her touch

again.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned toward her slowly, giving her time to withdraw if she wanted. When she didn’t, I pressed my lips against hers, gently at first, then with growing intensity as years of longing surged through me. My fingers traced the delicate curve of her check, drawing her closer.

There was a moment of hesitation before she responded, her lips softening beneath mine. The familiar scent of her skin–subtle but unmistakably Angela–filled my senses. I deepened the kiss, feeling her breath catch as our bodies remembered what her mind might have forgotten.

Our foreheads touched as we finally separated, bath slightly breathless. I gazed into her eyes, silently vowing never to lose her again.

The door swung open without warning. Thomas Smith stood in the doorway, laptop tucked under his arm, his usual professional demeanor momentarily disrupted by the scene before him.

Angela immediately pulled back, smoothing her hospital gown with nervous fingers.

“She’s experiencing memory problems,” I told Thomas without preamble. Please notify the doctor and ask what examinations and treatments are needed.”

Thomas’s eyes widened. “Memory problems? What… what does that mean?”

He turned to Angela. “Mrs. Wilson, do you remember who I am?”

“I recognize you now, she replied calmly, “but there are many things I can’t recall clearly.”

“I’ll find the doctor immediately,” Thomas said, already backing toward the door.

As soon as he left, I could see Angela’s mind working, piecing together fragments of information.

Thomas returned shortly, motioning for me from the doorway. I reluctantly rose from Angela’s bedside.

What is it?” I asked impatiently once we were in the corridor. “Why do we need to come so

so far?”

“Mr. Shaw, we should move farther away, or Mrs. Wilson might overhear us. Thomas glanced nervously toward the room.

“Mr. Shaw, you’ve been with Mrs. Wilson for quite some time,” he continued in a hushed tone. “It was understandable while she was unconscious, but now that she’s awake, shouldn’t you allow the doctor to properly treat your wound?”

“It go–later,” I said dismissively.