The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 50

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 50: If You’ll Be As Stubborn As Your Father

Angela Pov

I forced myself to walk steadily as I maile my way back to the dining room, with Christina hovering at my

Elizabeth’s worried eyes met mine the moment I entered. “Are you alright, dear? You gave us quite a fright.”

“I’m 1

fine,” I managed a reassuring smile as I settled back into my car. The familiar scent of Elizabeth’s morning tea wafted across the table, a comfort I desperately needed right now. Just a bit of seafood sensitivity, that’s all

“I dont understand,” Elizabeth’s homes furnoved with concern. “I remember

er you used to love lobster. You never had any allergies

before.”

“People’s tastes change,” Christina interjected smoothly as she leaned forward to pour Elizabeth more tea. “I used to adore oysters, but now I can barely stand the smell.”

Elizabeth nodded, but her sharp eyes didn’t miss the way my fingers rembled slightly as I reached for my water glass.

“Perhaps we should stiff have you checked by a doctor,” she suggested, her voice gentle but firm. “Better safe than Sorry.”

“That won’t be necessary.” I kept my voice steady, though my stomach was still churning. ‘I’m feeling much better already. Besides, we have that board meeting to prepare for this afternoon.”

Sarah appeared silently at my side with a plate of plain toast and fresh fruit. My throat tightened at her thoughtfulness–she’d been with the family long enough to recognize the signs, even if others hadn’t. Or perhaps she just knew me better than I thought.

“Thank you, Sarah,” I murmured, catching the brief flash of understanding in her eyes.

I could feel Christina watching our exchange, her gaze calculating beneath her perfect smile. “The garden looks lovely this morning” she observed, changing the subject with practiced ease. “Elizabeth, you must tell me about those gorgeous hydrangeas I spotted

earlier.”

Elizabeth brightened visibly. “Oh, you should see them up close. There a rare variety from Japan-

“Why don’t we take a short walk?” Christina suggested, rising gracefully. “The morning air would do us all good.”

I followed them into the garden, hanging back a few steps to give myself space to breathe. The morning’s events had left me drained, and maintaining my composure was becoming increasingly difficult.

Shaw?” Sarah’s quiet voice came from beside me as she appears with a shawl. The morning air is a bit cool.

As she draped it around my shoulders, her voice dropped to barely a whisper. That woman is clearly trying to take everything from you, Mrs. Shaw. And now she’s acting like. Sarah’s voice trailed off meaningfully.

“I know,” I cut her off gently, conscious of Christina s occasional backward glances. “Thank you, Sarah.”

By noon, I had retreated to the study under the pretense of work. The room had become my sanctuary over the past quiet solitude offering refuge from the constant performance my life had become.

ears, its

My laptop displayed Shaw Group’s financial reports, but I couldn’t focus. The morning’s nausea had subsided, but in its place was a bone–deep exhaustion that seemed to seep into every part of me.

A soft knock announced Christina’s presence. “I should head back,” she said, closing the door behind her. “I’ve stayed longer than 1 planned, and we wouldn’t want Elizabeth to start asking questions, would we?”

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Chapter 50: If You’ll Be As Stubborn As Your Father

I met her gaze steadily. “No, We wouldnr 1.

Tad like to come see Elizabeth again tomorrow,” she continued, her bice taking on that familiar sweet tone. Perhaps you could help arrange that?

“Why do you need me to invite you? Lasked, “Can’t you conta Elizabeth directly?

Christina’s lips curved into a small smile. “That would make me look an eager to please her, wouldn’t it?”

I understood then every move she made was carefully calculated. Even this simple request was part of her strategy.

“You know, Angela,” she said, examining her nails with false casualnes, “you really should be more careful. Morning sickness can be so… revealing.”

My fingers curled into fists beneath my desk, but I kept my face impassive. “I appreciate your concern,

but

at I can manage my own

“Can you?” Her eyebrows rose slightly.

“Because from where I stand, you’re barely holding things together. One slip, one moment of weakness, and everything comes crashing down.”