The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 278 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 278: Pieces ofAngela Pov 1 felt like I'd been trapped in a long, messy dream.

Faces, voices, moments-they all swirled together, blurry and jagged, like a movie I couldn't follow.

There was shouting, then silence, then heat-hat water, hands onSean's voice whispering my name.

But through it all, the kids were the only thing that stayed solid.

Aria's giggles, Ethan's quiet grip-they were like an anchor pulling back.

I heard them calling me, faint at first, then louder, sharper.

"Mommy, wake up!" I couldn't stay under. Not with them waiting.

When my eyes finally opened, the hospital room cinto focus-white walls, a steady beep from the machine next to me.

Aria was sprawled across my chest, her little arms tight around me,bbling about something I couldn't catch. Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped around mine, squeezing like he'd never let go.

I let out a ashaky breath. They we were okay, I was okay.

Dad was there too, hovering by my side. His eyes were red, shiny with tears he wouldn't let fall. "Angie, how you feeling?" he asked, his voice rough "Like my head's been hit with a brick," I said, managing a small smile. He chuckled, but it sounded forced.

Victoria jumped up from her chair, grabbing a cup of water from the table.

"Here," she said, pressing it into my hand. "You've been out for a while." I took a sip, the coolness cutting through the dryness in my throat. Then I saw Sean walk in, holding a bag of muffins, his face lighting up when he sawawake.

"Angle, you're up!" he said, loud and relieved. But the second his voice hit me, something shifted.

My head throbbed, and flashes started coming-fast, hard, like a dam breaking. Sean laughing within a car Sean yelling, his face twisted with anger. Sean walking away while I held two crying babies.

Sweet moments-his hands onin that hot spring, his lips on mine-mixed with cold, cruel ones.

Pain stabbed behind my eyes, and I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to sort it out. What was real? What was just a dream? Then it clicked, sharp and brutal. Christina's voice in that bathroom-"You stole my man!"-it wasn't random Sean had been hers first. I'd loved him for years, given him everything, and he'd leftfor her. Five and a half years ago, he walked out, and I raised Aria and Ethan alone.

No wonder my coworkers never mentioned him.

1/3 Chapter 278: Pieces ofNo wonder my phone hail no trace of him. We'd been divorced all the time.

But two weeks ago, in my office, I'd let him back in. Literally. My chicks burned remembering it-his hands on my desk, my skiri showed up, the reckless heat of it. That wasn't me, I'm not that person.

There was that Instagram note too, the one only I could see: Don't make the smistake again. I'd written it to myself, a warning.

So why had I ignored it? Why had I let him close again? I looked at Sean, standing there with those muffins, and my chest tensed, When I'd lost my memory, it was easy. I didn't know the past didn't know he'd abandoned us, I'd taken him as my husbad, the father of my kids, because that's what he acted like.

But now? The truth was back, and it hurt.

"Did y you remember something? Sean asked, setting the bag down.s voice was soft, careful, like he could tell something was off.

"Yeah," I said, my throat tight. "A lot. It's all jumbled up, though." He nodded, stepping closer. "Take your time. I'm here." He grabbed the cup from my hand when I fumbled it, refilling it withoutasking. Then he pulled the blanket up over my legs, tucking it in like was a kid.

"You cold? I can get another one." No, I'm fine," I said, watching him. He hovered, adjusting the pillow behind my head, his hands shaky like he didn't know what to do with them. "Sean, you don't have to-" "I want to," he cut in, his eyes meeting mine. There was panic there under the relief. He knew I was remembering, and he was scared of what it meant.

He sat beside me, close but not touching, and handed Aria a muffin Here, kiddo, eat something She giggled, crumbs falling everywhere, and he brushed them off the bed with a quick swipe.

He was trying so hard. Bringing juice for Ethan, checking the bandage on my forehead, asking the nurse for more ice when she cby. It was sweet, familiar- but it didn't erase the years he'd been gone.

The memories weren't just back; they were alive, sharp-edged.

Every fight, every tear I'd cried alone with the twins-they sat heavy in my chest now, next to the love I'd felt for him.

When I'd forgotten, I could lean into him, let him holdlike nothing had ever broken. In that hot spring. I'd wanted him-trusted him.

Now, I didn't know what to feel. Was I mad? Hurt? Did I still love h? My head was a was a mess, like I was watching someone else's life play out not mine.

"Angie," he said quietly, after the kids settled down with their breakfast "Whatever you're thinking, just... tell me. Please." I looked at him, his tired eyes, the way he was gripping the edge of my bed like he was afraid I'd disappear.

don't know what to say," I admitted. "I ΠΙ remember you leaving. I remember raising them without you. And now you're here, acting like-like we're still something. I don't know how to do this." His face fell, but he didn't argue. "I messed up. I know that. I just want to o fix it." 2/3 Chapter 278: Pieces of

"Fix it?" I echoed, my voice sharper than I meant. "Five years, Sean. You can't just-" I stoppe rubbing 119 my temple. The kids watching now, and I didn't want them hearing this. Not yet. He stayed quiet, just nodded, like he was waiting forto figure it out. But I didn't have The love was still there, buried under the hurt, but could I trust it? Could I trust him? Or was I just falling back into the strap because he was here, because he'd gotten hurt forthis time? I didn't know. All I knew was my my head hurt, my heart hurt, and the pieces ofwere still trying to fit back together.

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