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."

not feeling well again,

over

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

wing 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 every detail of the supposedly

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

The last thing I needed was her starting another scene. Last

white coat immaculate despite the early hour. "Mrs. Shaw," she

unwell since morning,"

doctor's eyes settled on me with gentle concern. "Any changes in diet?

laughed at that. Stress

morning challenges," I said instead, keeping my voice

made a few notes on her tablet. "Well, given your condition, we should run some basic tests.

limiting sugar intake for

in her car, the privacy screens providing a moment of sanctuary from

she said, her voice tight with anger. "His wife is here dealing with morning sickness, and where is he? Spending the night in the hospital with another woman." She shook her head in disgust. "What kind of

this?"

I started, but she cut me

defend him. You're carrying his child, and he's out there playing knight in shining armor for Christina?" She took a deep breath, visibly trying to calm herself. "Listen to me. You don't have to

made my throat tight with emotion. For a moment, I couldn't speak, just squeezed her hand back in

with determination, let's go shopping. You need some new clothes

her favorite luxury boutique. As we browsed through racks of designer dresses, her phone buzzed. Her

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

closed my eyes, suddenly exhausted. "Sophie,

let this go. If she really ends up

lunged at me in the garden last night. The memory sent a chill down my

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

careful now. Not just for

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apartment was silent when I returned that evening, my arms laden with shopping bags-retail therapy

to avoid the constant stream of social media notifications, showed multiple

from

Sean.

with Sophie." I set the bags down carefully, noting how his jaw clenched at my

an edge of disbelief. "You've been unreachable

day?"

"Is

know