I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 49

**Through Silent Meadows We Trace Stories Left Behind Yesterday**
by Asa Rowan Flint

“Can you believe it? Miss Chandler hasn’t even tied the knot yet, and here she is, purchasing baby supplies!” one of the wealthy ladies exclaimed, her voice dripping with incredulity.

Irene couldn’t help but beam, her smile so broad that her eyes squinted into mere slits. “Oh, I’m just getting prepared early,” she replied, her tone light and teasing, but there was a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

This playful remark immediately caught the attention of the affluent women gathered nearby, their ears perking up with curiosity.

“So, does that mean Sophie is pregnant?” another lady chimed in, her tone laced with excitement and a hint of scandal.

Irene took a deliberate sip of her tea, letting the warm liquid linger on her tongue, choosing silence as her ally. Yet, her expression spoke volumes, and the unspoken words hung in the air like a tantalizing secret.

Meanwhile, at the amusement park, Sophie was blissfully unaware of the brewing storm around her. She was lost in a haze of nausea, not from the rides but from Liam’s incessantly greasy sweet talk that made her stomach churn. The laughter and joy of the park felt distant, overshadowed by her discomfort.

Unbeknownst to her, a bombshell post was stealthily climbing the ranks of social media, gaining traction with every passing moment:

#SophieChandlerPregnant Before Marriage

In an instant, it soared to the top of the trending charts, claiming the coveted number one spot.

At that very moment, Marcus was deeply entrenched in a business meeting, his mind focused and his demeanor composed. But the incessant vibrations of his phone shattered that calm.

It was a message from Zack that read:

“Something big just happened. Check Weibo!”

The urgency in the text pulled Marcus’s attention away from the presentation. He clicked the link, and the moment his eyes scanned the headline, a wave of darkness washed over him, turning his face into a mask of fury.

The headline was blunt and merciless:

“Chandler Heiress Spotted on a Sweet Date at the Amusement Park—Rumored Pregnancy?”

The accompanying post featured a sneak photo, taken from a sly angle, capturing the precise moment when Liam had placed his hand protectively over Sophie’s lower belly.

Though Sophie’s face was obscured, the image of Liam—his expression radiating joy akin to an expectant father—combined with that tender gesture, left no room for misinterpretation.

The comment section erupted into chaos, a cacophony of voices weighing in on the scandal:

Chris was the first to regain his composure, stepping forward quickly. “Mr. Morgan has urgent business. This meeting is dismissed,” he announced, trying to maintain a semblance of order.

But inside, Chris’s mind was racing, a whirlwind of thoughts spiraling out of control.

In all the years he had observed Marcus, he had never witnessed such a loss of control. What could possibly have transpired to provoke a man as level-headed and meticulous as Marcus to erupt in public?

As he reached the hallway, he caught sight of Marcus, his finger repeatedly dialing a number, the urgency palpable in each attempt.

Once.

Twice.

Three times…

Finally, on the fifth try, the call connected.

“Mr. Morgan?” Sophie’s voice came through, tinged with weariness, oblivious to the turmoil that had just been unleashed.