Angela POV

“These are all your favorites,” Sean said, cutting a piece of fish and placing it on my plate.

“Thank you!” I forced a smile, even though something about the fish suddenly made my stomach turn.

It had always been one of my favorites, but now, it felt off. Maybe it was the pregnancy changing my taste, or maybe it was just the overwhelming sadness I couldn’t shake.

Not wanting him to notice, I quickly searched for something to talk about.

“Two years ago, thanks for all your help,” I said with a smile, looking at Sean.

He seemed a little surprised.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly. “Our marriage was always a deal. You’ve helped me a lot, too.”

As he turned to leave the dining table, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

“If you need anything, just let me know. I’ll do my best to make it right. I think we can still be friends after the divorce.”

I nodded and gave a polite smile.

Just friends? If you truly love someone, how could you settle for just being friends?

But if you truly love someone, you’ll understand that sometimes love means letting go.

Sean, I shouldn’t expect anything more from you.

The morning light streaming through our penthouse windows did nothing to ease my pounding headache. I reached for the medicine cabinet, my fingers closing around the familiar bottle of cold pills.

It wasn’t until I’d popped one into my mouth that reality crashed back – pregnant.

I rushed to the bathroom, spitting the pill into the sink. Water ran pink with the dissolving medication as I rinsed my mouth repeatedly, heart pounding.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Are you alright?”

I jumped at Sean’s voice behind me. He stood in the doorway, perfectly pressed suit a stark contrast to my disheveled appearance in the mirror.

“What’s wrong?” he pressed. “You seem agitated. Are you feeling ill?”

“It’s nothing,” I managed, avoiding his gaze in the mirror. “Just took the wrong medicine.”

His reflection studied me for a long moment.

“You should stay home today,” he said finally.

“I have meetings.”

He made a sound of frustration but didn’t argue.

When we prepared to leave，Sean gave me a concerned look .

“Let Peter drive you today,” Sean said, reaching for his phone. “You’re in no condition to—”

His phone rang, Christina’s name lighting up the screen.

He glanced at me before finally answering the phone.

I stepped away, giving him privacy for their conversation, though fragments still reached me: “…of course… yes, I remember… tonight then…”