The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 279

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 279: A Step at a Time

Angela POV

The next two days in the hospital pass quietly. Sean’s still here, hovering like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he blinks.

He brings me water before lask, fluff’s my pillow when it sags, makes sure the kids have snacks. I don’t push him away.

I’m polite–thank him when he hands me something, nod when he asks if I’m okay.

I don’t stop him from playing with Aria and Ethan either. They love him. Aria climbs all over him, giggling when he pretends to drop her. Ethan’s quieter, but he sticks close, showing Sean a drawing he made, his little face lighting up when Sean ruffles his hair.

Is it just blood that ties them? Or is he actually a good dad? I don’t know. I watch them, and it’s hard to figure out what I feel.

Five years ago, he wasn’t there for any of this–their first steps, their first words. I did it alone. But now, seeing him with them, it’s like he never left.

Last night, before bed, he leaned in and kissed me. Soft, quick, on the lips. I didn’t pull back, but I didn’t kiss him either.

I just sat there, frozen, my heart thudding. He didn’t push it–just said goodnight and turned off the light.

Everyone’s thrilled I’ve got my memory back. Dad especially. He sat with me all morning yesterday, telling me stories–how I used to beg him to push me higher on the swings, how I cried when my goldfish died.

“It’s like I’ve got my Angie back,” he said, smiling so wide I could see the lines in his face deepen. I smiled too, because I remembered those things now.

Being a single mom comes back to me in waves. It was tough–nights pacing with screaming twins in each arm, days juggling work and diapers. But the first time Aria said “Mama,” her tiny voice so clear, I cried. Ethan’s came a week later, softer, like he’d been practicing in his head. Those moments kept me going. Sean wasn’t there for them, though, and that still stings.

Tomorrow’s Christmas. I keep thinking about the gift Ethan hung on the tree–the one at the very top. He said it’s from him and Aria, something they made for me.

“You have to wait till Christmas morning, Mommy,” he told me, serious as ever. I want to be home for that.

Both families are here–Dad, Victoria, everyone–and I don’t want them stuck in this sterile hospital room, eating cafeteria food on Christmas Day.

“I want to go home,” I say at breakfast. Sean’s pouring juice for the kids, and Jhon’s flipping through a magazine by my bed. They both look up, frowning.

“No way,” Sean says, setting the juice down. “You’re not stable yet. The doctor said-

“I feel fine,” I cut in. “I’m tired of this place. I

Vant

to

be home with the kids for Christmas.”

Jhon shakes his head. “Angie, you just got your head bashed in. You need to stay here.”

P to a machine. I’ll get checked out today. If the doctor says it’s okay, I’m

I cross my arms. “I’m not spending Christmas hooked going.”

Sean sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You’r

stubborn

as hell” But he doesn’t fight me more.

Later, the doctor comes, does

a

scan, and checks my stitches. “You’re healing well,” he says. “You can go home tomorrow, but you’re

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coming back after Christmas for a follow up.”

I nod, relieved. Sean just grumbles something about me being impossible.

We get home that afternoon.

The house smells like pine from the tree in the living room. Lights winkle along the branches, and the kids run straight to it, pointing at their ornaments.

Dad helps me inside, his arm steady under mine. As we head to my room, he slows down, his voice low.