The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 266

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 266: No Chat History On My Phone

Angela POV

“When did you say that? I asked, frowning. “Why would we have such a strange mile? Just because I’m a wife and mother now, does that mean I can’t have friends?

Sean’s expression shifted uncomfortably before quickly softening in a smile. “The rules for our home can be whatever you want

them to be from now on.

He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message. I’ll have the sto prepare the guest room for Sophie.”

When Sophie returned from the airport restroom, I heamed at her.

“Great news! The guest room is all ready for you.” Without thinking, wrapped my arms around her. “And I’ll sleep with you tonight -just like old times!”

Sophie stiffened slightly before awkwardly returning my hug. “Sure that would be nice.”

I caught Sean giving Sophie a pointed look, which she pretended not to notice.

In the car heading home, I directed Sean to take the front passenger seat–a position he rarely occupied in his own vehicle, Sophie and huddled together in the back, arms linked as we shared gossip and laughed about old times.

“Are women nowadays really putting their girlfriends above their husbands?” Sean remarked dryly, glancing back at us with a raised

yebrow.

Peter, our driver, chuckled knowingly. “You think that’s bad, Mr. Shaw? My fiancée once kicked me out of our apartment at midnight so she could host a pajama party with her friends!”

Sophie rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh please! Aren’t you men constantly abandoning your dinners and school events have you missed because of urgent business meetings, Sean?”

“Well, that s–Sean began defensively.

r wives and children for work? How many

Peter laughed from the driver’s seat. “Okay, okay, you win this round My fiancée makes the same argument whenever I complain. about her girls‘ nights,”

The tension dissolved into laughter, and even Sean’s reflection in the rearview mirror showed a reluctant smile. The atmosphere in the car lightened considerably as we continued our journey home, with Sophie launching into another story about her adventures in

Milan

The guest room in our Park Avenue apartment was clean and welcoming, with fresh sheets–and towels neatly arranged. A small vase of flowers sat on the nightstand, adding a simple touch of elegance.

our maid is different,” Sophie observed casually as we entered the apartment.

“Is she?” I responded, genuinely surprised by this piece of information

I used to be Sarah. She was quite close to you.”

frowned slightly. “If we were close, why would I have replaced her

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Sophie shrugged. “How would I know? It’s your household staff. You might want to ask Sean about that.

I considered her words for a moment before dismissing the thought change in lentebold staff hardly seemed significant enough to warrant investigation, especially with my ongoing memory issuert

“Would you like to shower first?” I asked, changing the subject.

Sophie nodded gratefully. “A hot shower after that long flight sound heavenly.

When she emerged from the bathroom later, pink–cheeked and wrapped in a fluffy robe, Sophie stopped short at the sight of me already nestled comfortably in her bed.

“Angela? Her voice held a note of surprise.

“All done?” I patted the space beside me. “Come on, the bed’s warm,

“Wont Sean be upset about this arrangement? Sophie asked, settling against the pillows.

“Why would he be?” I countered.

“Well, I’ve essentially stolen his wife for the night.” She smirked. “If I weren’t here, you two would be enjoying your

own private

time.”

I waved dismissively. “It’s just one night. If he dares complain, I’ll give him a plece

of my

mind!”

We chatted like old times, with Sophie sharing funny stories from her fashion magazine work, mimicking difficult photographers and models with animated gestures.

“And Charles,” she continued, rolling her eyes, “is the absolute worst. Complete workaholic and tyrannical editor–in–chief. I’ve submitted my resignation three times, and he simply refuses to accept it!”

“The same Charles who’s supposedly

edly just y

your former boss‘?” I teased, recalling Sean’s earlier comment.

Sophie was about to retort when her phone rang. Glancing at the screen, her expression shifted subtly, “Sorry, I need to take this.”

She answered hesitantly. “Hello? Charles? When no immediate response came, she frowned. “Wrong number?”

I mouthed “who?” but Sophie held up a finger, signaling me

me to w

wait

“Charles?” she tried again.

“Yes, sorry–the connection might be poor,” came a deep voice through the speaker. “Have you arrived at your hotel?”

“No, I’m staying at a friend’s place tonight.” Sophie replied. “Is something wrong? Issues with the layout design?”

“There were some minor problems, Charles admitted. “But considering you’re on vacation, we can address them when you return.” A brief pause followed. “That’s all for now.”

The call ended abruptly, leaving Sophie staring at her phone with a perplexed expression.

into work matters!”

“What a workaholic!” she fumed

1. d. Im on vacation, and he’s still trying to rope me

“Did you hand off your projects before leaving?” I asked, considering the situation.

“Of course! Everything went to Emma, who’s perfectly capable.”

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“Then why would he call you stead of her? I wondered aloud. If it were truly about work, wouldn’t he contact the editor who’s

currently handling 17”

Sophie opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again, apparently considering this for the first time.

“Maybe,” I suggested gently, he was just checking to make sure you arrived safely?

“Impossible, Sophie scoffed, though with less conviction than before already messaged me earlier when I was collecting my luggage. She scrolled through her phone, then frowned. Though In’t respond to his last message…

ee your conversation,” I requested, holding out my hand.

“Let me see your

As I scrolled through Sophie’s messages with Charles, a pattern emerged–beneath his demanding work requests were subtle inquiries about her well–being. Had she eaten? Was her flight delayed? Would she like to share a cab after work?

“Sophie,” I said slowly, this man definitely has feelings for you.”

“That’s ridiculous!” she pro

protested, snatching

hack her phone. “He’s just a controlling boss!”

“He might act stern, but these messages show genuine concern,” I insisted, “Perhaps asking about work was just

in excuse to check

“That’s absurd.” Sophie muttered, though her fingers traced the edge of her phone thoughtfully. “He’s thirty years old–far too mature for such juvenile tactics.”

Have

you

been watching too many soap operas lately?” she added, attempting to lighten the mood.

I smiled but didn’t respond. Sophie’s defensive reaction told me everything I needed to whether she recognized them or not.

know about her own feelings toward Charles.

As Sophie finally drifted off to sleep, exhausted from her journey, I remained awake, troubled by a realization. While Sophie’s phone contained months of messages with Charles, my own device held almost no history with Sean. Despite our supposed years together. there were no old conversations, no shared memories documented in text or photos.

Even my Instagram account, which I’d explored recently, contained no pictures of us together. Though I wasn’t one to flaunt my relationship publicly, the complete absence of any digital footprint seemed strange.

I turned to ask

Sophie about this peculiarity, but found her already fast asleep, her breathing deep and regular.

‘Sophie?” I whispered, receiving only the soft sound of her breathing in response.

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