The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 175

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 175: The Deleted Text That Destroyed Everything

Sean POV

Christina's face immediately regained its composure, her practiced mask of innocence sliding back into place. The momentary slip I'd caught was gone as quickly as it had appeared. She forced a light, confused laugh.

"What are you talking about? Me borrowing your phone? That was five years ago, Sean. She tilted her head, looking puzzled, "Why bring that up now?"

I kept my gaze fixed on her, trying to control the storm brewing inside me. "Why did you do it, Christina?"

Her breath caught for a fraction of a second, doubt flashing in her eyes. I saw it clearly-that momentary panic of someone whose lies were being exposed.

"Do what? I just helped clean up some spam messages." She laughed nervously. "Is that some kind of problem?"

"I never mentioned anything about deleted messages," I said quietly, watching her face carefully.

Her eyes widened slightly before she caught herself. Too late-I'd noticed her reaction. That message wasn't spam at all. It confirmed everything I'd begun to suspect.

I tightened my grip around her wrist, my fingers digging in with increasing pressure. "What exactly happened that day, Christina?"

"Sean, you're hurting me..." she whimpered, her eyes filling with tears.

I ignored her discomfort, my anger growing by the second. "That message was from Angela, wasn't it? About her pregnancy?"

head vigorously.

toward William, who despite his bloodied face and bruised ego, lumbered forward like an

him sprawling in an undignified heap before he could reach

"You deleted a spam message on

her deploy countless times before. "For you, I

reminder of my life debt caused my resolve to falter. My grip loosened. Even if my suspicions were correct-and I was becoming increasingly

my life. What right did

her wrist, stepping back. "Stay away from Angela from now

door behind me with a definitive

Whatever game they were playing, I wanted no

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her amber eyes

in activity books Thomas had thoughtfully provided. My chest tightened at the sight of them-my children-so innocent and unaware of the chaos surrounding the

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The Deleted Text That

Ethan," I said gently, "would you mind giving me some time alone with your mother? We need

eyebrow, clearly surprised I'd asked the children rather than her. I wanted to respect them, to show them I saw them as people

solemnly before nodding. "Okay. We can go

her brother's hand, and they quietly slipped from the room after a reassuring nod

sighed. "If you're trying to explain your relationship with Christina,

about Christina and me," I clarified, taking the chair beside her bed. "It's about you. Five years ago, you sent

about your pregnancy."

this still about that text message

said, coming straight to the point. "After you sent that message about your pregnancy,