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."

feeling well again,

over

hit me suddenly, forcing me to swallow hard. "I'm fine."

of 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

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she muttered. "You're Sean Shaw's wife. You should

last thing I needed was her starting another scene. Last night's drama at Christopher's

door opened, admitting a young female doctor, her white coat immaculate despite the early hour. "Mrs. Shaw," she

feeling unwell since

eyes settled on me with gentle concern. "Any changes in

almost laughed at that. Stress levels?

morning challenges," I said instead, keeping my

"Well, given your condition, we should run some basic tests. And I'd

limiting sugar intake for

a moment of sanctuary from the outside world. She reached over and squeezed

he? Spending

this?"

I started, but she cut

to me. You don't have to go through this alone. I promise you, I'll be here every step of the way.

moment, I couldn't speak, just squeezed her hand back

said, straightening her shoulders with determination, let's go shopping. You need some new clothes that will keep you comfortable as the

headed to her favorite luxury boutique. As we browsed through racks of designer

she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Christina's been posting more hospital updates. Apparently, the cut might leave a scar." She paused meaningfully. "Some people are already

eyes, suddenly exhausted. "Sophie,

aren't going to let this go. If she really ends up with a scar-they'll use it

the garden last night. The memory sent a chill down

been so aggressive, so unpredictable... I instinctively placed a protective hand

more careful now. Not just for

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returned that evening, my arms laden with shopping bags-retail therapy at Sophie's

ago to avoid the constant

from

Sean.

stormy. "Where have you been?" "Shopping with Sophie." I set the

carried an edge of disbelief. "You've

day?"

"Is

know