Why had he been pretending to care about me? He was the one who’d made me stand in the rain yesterday!

Now, his concern just felt even more fake, even more disgusting.

Christina shifted beside me, her perfume making my stomach roll.

I couldn’t go to the hospital.

If I had, my pregnancy would’ve been exposed.

It sounded silly, but I didn’t want anyone to know about the baby—I needed to hold on to whatever little self-respect I had left.

Especially in front of Christina.

“That’s not your business.” I siad coldly and pressed my forehead against the cool window.

“Sean,” Christina’s voice was honey-sweet with concern, “maybe it’s because of my presence? I could get out here, and you can take Angela to the hospital? Her condition seems serious, we shouldn’t delay.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sean snapped, though his tone softened as he continued. “This isn’t about you.”

I caught Christina’s perfectly practiced look of contrition in the window’s reflection.

“Angela, I apologize if I’ve misunderstood. I thought you might be uncomfortable because of my relationship with Sean.”Christina played the victim, acting hurt.

“It’s fine.” I said coldly.

Sean’s hand moved toward my forehead, but I flinched away before he could make contact.

The hurt that flashed across his face was gone so quickly.

“I know a private clinic,” Christina offered after a moment of tense silence.

“Dr. Thomas Carter – he’s absolutely brilliant, very discreet. No waiting rooms, no publicity.”

Sean’s eyebrows drew together. “Carter? What are his credentials?”

“Harvard Medical, top of his class.” Christina’s smile was knowing, intimate. “He handles most of the Upper East Side’s more… delicate situations. Elizabeth’s heart specialist actually consulted with him about her upcoming surgery.”

The mention of Sean’s grandmother sent another wave of guilt through me. Here I was, carrying her desperately wanted great-grandchild, while planning to divorce her grandson.

The irony would have made me laugh if I weren’t so focused on not throwing up in a car worth more than most people’s annual salary.

Sean studied me for a long moment before nodding.

“Fine. Peter, change of plans. Dr. Carter’s clinic on East 76th.”

The clinic occupied the first two floors of a pristine townhouse, its discrete brass plaque the only indication that it wasn’t just another multi-million-dollar residence.

Christina’s hand on my elbow as we entered felt like a brand, her solicitous attention more suffocating than the fever.