The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 255 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 255: Don't Make the SMistake Again Angela Pov I woke up early, suprised by the unusual darkness in the room.

Drawing back the heavy curtains, I discovered why-Manhattan Inyouded beneath a deluge of rain. Dark clouds hung low over the skyline, rendering the city nearly unrecognizable in the downpr.

"It's raining." I said as Sean stirred behind me, "looks like we won't be able to leave today." Sean sat up, wincing slightly as he adjusted his position. His eyes laid mine, still heavy with sleep but quickly clearing "Your bandage needs changing, Lobserved, already moving to retrieve the medical supplies.

"Hmm," he agreed, shifting to givebetter access to his wound.

I worked in silence, carefully peeling away the old dressing. The angry red line across his abdomen looked better than it had the day before, the inflammation noticeably reduced.

"The healing is progressing well," I told him, applying fresh antiseptic. "In a couple of days, we can reduce your dressing changes to once daily." "Thanks to you," Sean replied, watchingwork. "My recovery has been remarkably quick." "It's the medicine," I deflected.

"The medicine helps," he conceded with a small smile. "But so it so does your nursing skill." We ate breakfast in comfortable silence, the steady drumming of rain against the windows providing a soothing backdrop. Midway through the meal, Thomas arrived with a package-my iPhone.

"How did you find it?" I asked later, sitting on the sofa and turning the familiar device over in my hands.

"David Chen," Sean replied, watching as my fingers instinctively entered the passcode. "He had someone deliver it this morning. Must have just remembered he had it." "This morning? In this downpour?" I glanced toward the window, concern creasing my brow, "Yes, braved the rain to bring it over. The messenger is still here, actually." In this weather?" "If you're worried about his safety, he can stay until the rain subsides," Sean reassured me. "Many streets are flooded. Even if he wanted to leave now, he'd probably have to wait anyway." "I-see," I murmured, attention returning to my phone, fingers moving with a familiarity my conscious mind couldn't explain.

By midday, the storm had intensified. Television news showed flooding throughout Manhattan, with water reaching knee-height in Sareas. Emergency alerts kept lighting up our phones.

"We definitely can't return today," Sean announced, setting down his phone after checking the latest update.

This your fault, 1 replied, an unexpected petulance in my voice.

1/3 Chapter 255: Don't Make the SMistake Again 2017 His eyebrow arched slightly.

"I suggested we return yesterday," I explained. "If we had, we would be trapped here now," "Perhaps it's fate, Sean suggested, his tone light but his eyes which "What?" "Arranging another chance for you to see him." 1 gave him a puzzled look. "Why are you so insistent that I meet with Christopher?" "Meeting brings closure, Sean replied simply. "It's easier to move forward once you've faced what's behind you." "But he doesn't want to see me." "We could try again. If he still refuses, there will be other opportunities." I studied Sean's face, trying to understand his motivation. For a man who should be jealous, his encouragement seemed oddly persistent, Perhaps he wantedto have definitive closure-to choose him fully without lingering questions.

Dy evening, the rain had stopped, though reports indicated many streets remained partially flooded. Surprisingly, I no longer felt urgently compelled to leave.

We still had several days according to our promise to Aria-perhaps another attempt to see Christopher was possible.

I scrolled through my phone, browsing familiar apps with growing curiosity. Instagram'revealed m numerous photos lor Aria and Ethan -their birthday celebrations, first day of school pictures, casual moments of childhood joy. The images warmed my heart, proof of the life we'd built together. Then I discovered something peculiar-a private Instagram post visible only to me, dated several months earlier. The caption read: "Don't be foolish again. Don't make the smistake twice." My fingers hovered over the scre screen. What mistake? What was I warning myself against? Further exploration revealed something even more troubling throughout my social media presence, there was virtually no trace of Sean. No couple photos, no mentions, no shared moments.

How could this be possible if we were married, if we were truly together? I set the phone down, my mind racing. The woman who had recorded that warning-was she trying to protect herself from Sean? Or from Christopher? Or perhaps from her own decisions?

I stared out at the clearing sky, recalling how easily I had f to surrendered myself to Christopher to save Sean There was no question I E would have done it again. Yet here was evidence suggesting a different reality-one I couldn't quite piece together. "Don't make the smistake again," I whispered to myself, wondering which mistake the past version ofhad been referring to, and whether I was even now repeating it.

I glanced over at Sean, focused intently at his desk. These past few O days, his attentiveness and devotion hadn't seemed like an act. But was NO there something he still wasn't telling me?