The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 172

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 172: The Text Message from Five Years Ago

Angela POV

Sean carefully laid me on the hospital bed, his movements gentle as he tucked the blanket around me. My head throbbed beneath the bandages, a constant reminder of the evening’s chaos.

“You can leave now,” I said, my voice strained but determined. “I’m fine.”

He glanced toward the twins, still curled together on the sofa across the room. “Even if you don’t need care, the children do.”

I felt a flare of indignation burn through my exhaustion. “Why are you suddenly trying to take my children? Why this sudden interest in being the perfect father?”

The question that had haunted me for five years suddenly burned on my tongue, demanding release.

“You were the one who didn’t want them in the first place!”

His brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his features. “What are you talking about? I never said I didn’t want children.”

A bitter laugh escaped me. “Don’t pretend, Mr. Shaw. Just because you didn’t say it aloud doesn’t mean it wasn’t your decision.”

Sean’s fingers drummed lightly against the edge of my bed. “If I didn’t say it, then how exactly was it my decision?”

I couldn’t believe his audacity. After everything that had happened, he still couldn’t admit the truth. My voice trembled slightly despite my efforts to control it.

“Sean, do you really not have the courage to admit what you did?”

“How can I admit to something I never did?” His shoulders tensed, voice dropping lower. “Whatever you think happened, you’re wrong.”

Exhaustion washed over me suddenly, stealing whatever fight remained. I turned toward the window, watching the citghts shimmer through the darkness.

“The text,” I finally said, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between us.

Sean’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What text?”

“The text I sent you,” I replied wearily, “telling you I was pregnant.”

He went very still, brow furrowed in concentration. After a moment, he asked carefully, “Did I respond to it?”

“No.” The word fell between us, simple yet weighted with five years of pain.

Sean’s expression shifted, something like realization dawning. Angela, would you believe me if I told you I never received that message?”

“I figured you’d deny it,” I replied with a cold smile. “Since you never replied, it’s convenient to claim you never saw it.”

“Think about it,” he pressed, urgency coloring his tone. “Would I really ignore something that important? We’ve known each other since childhood. Am I really the type of person who would do that?”

I kept my expression neutral despite the sting of his words. “We did know each other for years. I thought I understood you

completely. But people change, don’t they? Christina was the one you truly loved. Maybe you changed for her.”

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Chapter 172: The Text Message from Five Years Ago

His eyebrows shot up, green eyes flashing with sudden heat. “You think I would hurt you for her?”

I met his gaze directly. “Didn’t you?”

“When?” The question rumbled from him like distant thunder.

Sean reached for my hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. “About that text–I honestly didn’t know. If I didn’t respond, it’s because I truly never saw it. I never received it.”

“How is that possible?” I maintained my composure. “I confirmed the message was sent successfully.”

“Maybe the signal was bad,” he suggested, his voice low but determined. “Or perhaps my phone wasn’t in my possession at that

moment.”

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Your own phone wasn’t in your possession? Who would dare touch your phone?*

The question hung between us, neither willing to voice the obvious suspicion. The room fell silent again.

“I’m tired,” I said finally, punctuating the statement with a yawn. “Can I rest now?”

Sean nodded. “Of course. Get some sleep. I’ll get to the bottom of this, Angela. I’ll find evidence to make you believe me.”