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."

caught. "You're not feeling well again,

over

me suddenly, forcing me to swallow hard. "I'm fine." 'I'll be there in twenty

in the morning. Sophie's designer heels clicked against the polished floor as she paced the examination room, her fashion editor's eye

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Sean Shaw's wife. You should be in the VIP suite,

her starting another scene. Last

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

since

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

at that. Stress levels? Where would

I said instead, keeping my voice light.

given

sugar intake

of sanctuary from the outside world. She reached over and squeezed my hand,

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 man neglects

this?"

started, but

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 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 healthy and

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

Sophie said, straightening her shoulders with determination, let's go shopping. You need some new clothes that will

browsed through racks of designer dresses, her phone

updates. Apparently, the cut

closed my eyes, suddenly

If she really ends up with a scar-they'll use it against you. You

had lunged at me in the garden last night.

I instinctively

careful now. Not just for my sake, but for

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apartment was silent when I returned that evening, my arms

hours ago to avoid the

from

Sean.

foyer, his expression stormy. "Where have you been?" "Shopping with Sophie." I set the bags down carefully, noting how his jaw

an edge

day?"

"Is

know