The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 67

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 67: Instagram Wars

Angela POV

The insistent buzz of my phone dragged me from sleep, Sophie's name flashing across the screen. Sean's side of the bed remained untouched from the night before. Obviously, he hadn't come home-no doubt spending another night at the hospital with Christina.

"Have you seen it? Sophie's voice crackled with barely contained fury. "Tell me you've seen what that manipulative little-

"Sophie," I interrupted, pressing my fingers against my temple where a headache was already beginning to form. "It's barely dawn. What are you talking about?"

"Christina's Instagram post. Check it. Now."

With a sigh, I pulled up the app, immediately spotting Christina's latest update. The timestamp read 1:17 AM. The image showed a man in evening wear-though his face was partially obscured, his tall commanding figure was unmistakable- arranging fresh strawberries on a hospital bedside table.

The caption read: "Some people bring flowers. He searches the city at 1 AM to

find my favorite fruit. #TrueLove #MyHero #BlessedAndGrateful

The comments section was already flooded with responses:

"This is what real love looks like!

"You two are literally perfect together!"

"OMG, he went looking for strawberries at 1 AM? That's so romantic!

"Power couple goals!

My stomach churned, though whether from morning sickness or the sight before me, I couldn't tell.

"Angela?" Sophie's voice softened with concern. "Are you still there?"

"I'm here.” I kept my voice carefully neutral, even as my free hand unconsciously moved to rest on my still-flat stomach. "It's just an

Instagram post, Sophie."

“Just an Instagram- Sophie's incredulous laugh cut through the line. “This is a calculated move and you know it. She's marking her territory, making sure everyone sees her as the woman he truly loves. And after last night's drama? The timing is no coincidence."

I closed my eyes, remembering the shattered perfume bottles in our bathroom, the look on Sean's face as he'd walked away. "None of

it matters anymore."

Sophie's voice caught. "You're not feeling well again, are

over

me to swallow hard. "I'm fine."

the hospital was eerily quiet this early in the morning. Sophie's designer heels clicked against the polished floor as she paced the examination room, her fashion editor's eye critically assessing every detail

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ridiculous, she muttered. "You're Sean Shaw's wife. You should be in

her starting another

a young female doctor, her white coat immaculate despite the early hour. "Mrs. Shaw," she greeted me with professional warmth. "What

since morning,"

young doctor's eyes settled on me with gentle

almost laughed at that. Stress levels? Where would I

instead, keeping my voice

on her tablet. "Well, given your condition, we

limiting sugar intake for

the privacy screens providing a moment of sanctuary from the outside world. She reached over and

tight with anger. "His wife is here dealing with morning sickness, and where is he? Spending

this?"

but

a deep breath, visibly trying to calm herself. "Listen to me. You don't have to go through this alone. I promise you, I'll be here every step of the way. We'll make sure this baby comes into the world

throat tight with emotion. For a moment, I

go shopping. You need some new clothes that will keep you comfortable

browsed through racks of designer dresses, her phone buzzed. Her expression darkened as

whisper. "Christina's been posting more hospital updates. Apparently, the cut might leave a

eyes, suddenly exhausted.

going to let this go. If she really ends up with a scar-they'll use it against you. You

remembering how Jennifer had lunged at me in the garden

I instinctively

more careful now. Not just

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I returned that evening, my arms laden with shopping bags-retail therapy

which I'd turned off hours ago to avoid the constant stream of

from

Sean.

have you been?" "Shopping with Sophie." I

an edge of disbelief. "You've been

day?"

"Is

know