Chapter 3: Just the Wrong Medicine
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..."
The familiar ache in my chest had nothing to do with my cold.
I sent Sean a quick text – “Taking a cab.”
The Shaw Group offices buzzed with their usual morning energy, but today it felt like sensory overload. Every phone ring sent daggers through my skull, every clicking heel against marble floors echoed like thunder.
"Angela, you look unwell." Emily's concerned face appeared at my office door. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine," I assured her, though the words felt like gravel in my throat. "Just didn't sleep well last night."
"You should take sick leave," she pressed. "The quarterly reports can wait a day."
I shook my head. "I need to finish these before the board meeting."
The truth was, I needed the distraction.
Every quiet moment left me alone with thoughts of the torn pregnancy test in my bathroom trash, of Sean's gentle voice speaking to Christina, of the impending divorce hanging over everything like a guillotine blade.
I was halfway through the quarterly projections when a sweet perfume wafted into my office. Christina Jordan stood in my doorway, resplendent in white Chanel dress.
She walked in, flashing me a smile.
"Long time no see," she said, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.
Her tone dripped with sarcasm as she added, "You look... emm, not so great."
I forced a polite smile, doing my best to keep my composure. "Long time no see."
"Sean told me everything. You must feel awful."she said, concern etched perfectly across her features.
For one heart-stopping moment, I thought she meant the divorce.
But soon, she feigned sympathy. "I heard you got caught in the rain last night and got sick."
"I'm fine,"
"You really should rest," she insisted, moving further into my office like she belonged there. "Sean and I are both worried about you."
The way she spoke made it sound like they were already married.Of course he'd discussed my health with her. What else did they discuss in their private conversations?
Movement in the doorway caught my attention – Sean himself, watching our interaction with an intensity that made my head spin.
"Why are you being stubborn when you're clearly sick?" he demanded. "The company won't fall apart without you. Go home and rest."
I saw Christina's perfectly shaped eyebrows rise at his forceful tone, saw the surprise flicker across her face at his obvious concern.
"I have work to do," I said quietly, turning back to my computer screen.
I couldn't bear to watch another moment of their silent communication, couldn't stand to see the way they gravitated toward each other even when trying to maintain professional distance.
"Angela—" Sean started, but I cut him off.
"I said I'm fine."
"We should leave her be," Christina murmured, then she linked her arm with Sean's and walked out of my office.
The sight in front of me hit me all over again！
Even though I’m Sean’s wife on paper, we’ve never shown any affection in the office!
Sean and I weren’t even officially divorced yet, but here they were, openly showing their love in the office!