The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 244

Ex–Wife

Chapter 244: Do You Really Want To Remember Everything?

Angela POW

Sean’s promise hung in the air between us, his green eyes watching

so I can see

carefully.

can see them now?” I asked, unable to hide the eagerness in my voice. I can finally see my children?

“As soon as the doctor confirms your test results are clear, Sean assured me, his voice gentle but firm. If everything looks good, well go straight to the Hamptons where they’re staying with my mulber”

The thought of meeting children I couldn t remember sent a confusing mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through me. My hands fidgeted with the hospital blanket.

“And if there are problems with the test results?” asked.

“Then you’ll need to stay here for further treatment,” Soan replied. “Your health comes first, Angela.”

I nodded, accepting his conditions. My eyes drifted to his midsection, where I knew bandages covered his wound. “How is your injury doing? The one Christopher gave you?”

Sean waved dismissively. “Just a flesh wound. Nothing that regular dressing changes and rest won’t fix. It won’t interfere plans,

His casual attitude about his injury made me frown. “You shouldn’t downplay it. You lost a lot of blood.”

“Well,” he said with a half–smile, “at least I won’t have to carry you while escaping danger this time, right?”

• with our

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help the

e small smile that tugged at my lips.

Later that afternoon, Sean appeared at my door with my discharge papers and a soft cashmere coat draped over his arm

“Ready to go?” he asked, helping me into the coat. “The car is waiting downstairs.”

I glanced around the sparse hospital room. “I don’t have anything to pack.

“The staff

has already prepared everything you’ll need,” Sean explained, noticing my uncertainty, “Don’t worry.”

His hand found the small of my back as we walked through the corridor, a gentle pressure guiding me. In the elevator, I noticed how he positioned himself between me and the other passengers, as if shielding me from potential threats,

Once settled in the back seat of the sleek town car, I watched the city pass by through tinted windows. Thomas sat in the driver’s seat, occasionally checking the rearview mirror.

After several minutes of silence, 1 turned to Sean. “What about Christopher Blake? Don’t you need to handle that situation personally?

Sean’s expression hardened instantly, jaw clenching. “That matter has been appropriately dealt with by professionals.”

The way he said appropriately sent a chill down my spine. His eyes had gone cold, reminding me of the dangerous man Christopher had warned me about–the ruthless businessman behind the caring façade.

“This isn’t something you should concern yourself with,” Sean continued, his tone softer but resolute. “Your memory is

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compromise. You need to faith in resting and recovery,

Lammidered his words, then nodded dy. “You re right. What Christopher did as werning. He should face consequences for his

Sean u posture relaxed almost imperceptibly. I leaned back against the leather seat, and without thinking,

arm settling naturally around my shoulders. The warmth of his body fat comforting in a way I couldn’t explain–my body tentembered him even if my mind didn’t

I found myself settling against him, my hand resting lightly on fir through his shirt, steady and stimg.

tightened his embr

nd I could feel his heartbeat

The smooth highway eventually gave way to winding coastal roads along the Long Bland shore, Cliffs dropped off to one side, crashing waves visible in the distance.

Thomas navigated the treacherous forms with practiced ease, but I couldn’t help tensing at each sharp curve

“This road looks dangerous,” I murmured, watching the rocky shoreline below.

Sean’s arm sightened around me. “Youre safe, Angela, I won’t let anything happen to you again!

Ha promise wrapped around me like a protective blanket. Whatever had happened between us in the past, I knew with certainty that this man would move heaven and earth to keep our children safe.

Without conscious thought, I nestled closer to him, drawing comfort from his presence.

The gentle motion of the car and Sean’s warm embrace lulled me to sleep. I didn’t fight it, my body still recovering from days of starvation and stress at Christopher’s villa.

I awoke to the sensation of Sean’s fingers gently brushing hair from my face. Blinking drowsily, I realized we had stopped moving

“We’ve arrived,” he said softly. “You slept through most of the journe

“You should have woken me,” I protested, pushing myself upright and away from his chest where I’d been resting. Eagerness to see the children overcame any lingering sleepiness.

Sean helped me from the car, his hand steady on my elbow. “Careful

n a cliff o

overlooking the Atlantic. A private

The Hamptons estate was breathtaking–a modern glass and stone structure perched on a path wound through immaculately landscaped gardens toward the main house.

“Have I been here before?” I asked, scanning the surroundings for anything familiar.

“No,” Sean replied. “This is your first visit.”

“I wondered because certain places give me a feeling… I tried to explain the strange sense of recognition I sometimes felt, even without specific memories.

“When youre stronger, I can take you to places in New York you frequented,” Sean offered. “It might help trigger your memory.”

We walked in comfortable silence for a moment before Sean asked, “Do you really want to remember everything?”

I considered his question carefully. “I’m not going to force it. Memory recovery should happen naturally, if at all.”

“That’s very sensible.” Sean observed. “You’ve always been rational, never too hard on yourself.”

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“I have people who care about me,” I said simply. “I’m about to see my children. Why obsess over what I ve bist when i can focus on what I still have?”

As we approached the front entrance,