The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

She Left With His Baby The Billionaire's Secret Scandal 320 One Year Later The doctor's smile toldeverything before she even spoke the words.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Shaw. You're pregnant." Sean's hand tightened around mine, his eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and joy. We'd been trying for a few months, but somehow hearing it confirmed made it feel surreal.

"How far along?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

"About eight weeks," she replied, checking her notes. "Everything looks perfectly healthy so far." I turned to Sean, who was staring at the ultrasound screen with wonder etched across his face. The tiny flickering heartbeat mesmerized us both-a new life, another chance, another beginning.

"We're having a baby," he said, as if testing the words. Then a smile broke across his face, and he kissedright there in the examination room, not caring that the doctor was still present.

The ride hwas filled with whispered plans and quiet laughter. We decided to tell the children right away-they were old enough now to understand and share in our excitement.

That evening, after dinner, Sean and I gathered Aria and Ethan in the living room. At six years old, they'd grown so much in the past year.

"We have snews," I began, exchanging a smile with Sean.

"Are we getting a puppy?" Aria interrupted, bouncing on the sofa. "Emma at school got a puppy last week and it's sooooo cute!" "Not a puppy," Sean laughed. "But something just as exciting." I took a deep breath. "You're going to have a little brother or sister. I'm pregnant." Aria's eyes grew wide as saucers. "A BABY?" She practically shouted the word, launching herself toward me. "When? Where is it? Can I see it?" Ethan remained seated, processing the information with his typical carefulness. "How does the baby get here?" he asked finally "It's growing in Mommy's tummy," Sean explained, sitting beside him. "In about seven months, it will be big enoug De born." "There's a baby in your tummy?" Aria asked incredulously, placing her small hand on my still-flat abdomen. "Right now?" I nodded, covering her hand with mine. "Right now. But he's very tiny, about the size of a raspberry." "It's a boy?" Ethan asked, finally moving closer.

"We don't know yet," I said. "But something tellsit might be." Aria pressed her ear against my stomach, her face screwed up in concentration. "I can't hear anything," she complained.

1/4 Sean chuckled. "The baby's too small right now. But you can say hell if you want. He can't hear you yet either, but it's nice to practice." Ethan, not to be outdone by his sister, cautiously placed his hand next to Aria's. "Hello, baby," he said softly. "I'm your big brother." That simple introduction brought tears to my eyes. I looked at Sean, who was watching our children with such tenderness it made my heart ache. After everything we'd been through, here we were-our family expanding, moving forward, healing.

Four months later, as the first signs of my pregnancy began to show n the gentle curve of my belly, we found ourselves on a flight to London. The date wasn't chosen randomly-it was the first anniversary of Christopher's death.

"Are you sure you're comfortable flying?" Sean asked for perhaps the tenth tsince we'd boarded.

"I'm fine," I assured him, squeezing his hand. "The doctor said travel is perfectly safe during the second trimester." As the plane reached cruising altitude, my phone chimed with an incoming video call. Sophie's nflashed on the screen.

"It's Sophie, I told Sean, who nodded and put on his headphones to givesprivacy.

Sophie's face appeared, her eyes wild with excitement. "I can't believe you're pregnant again!" she practically shrieked. "I saw your Instagram post! Why didn't you tellfirst, you sneaky woman?" I laughed, adjusting my phone. "I was going to call you this weekend, I swear.

We've just been busy with preparations for this trip.

"I forgive you," she said, mock-serious before breaking into a grin. "But only because I have amazing news too! Remember that sustainable fashion collection I designed? The one with recycled materials?" "The 'Second Chances' collection? Of course." "It won the Eco-Fashion Innovation Award!" Her face was radiant with pride. "The ceremony's next month in Milan. You have to come-pregnant belly and all!" "Sophie, that's incredible! Of course I'll be there." The camera jostled as someone else entered the frame. Charles appeared, his arm sliding around Sophie's shoulders with easy, familiarity.

"Hello, Angela," he said, his usual stern expression softened by a slight smile. "Congratulations on the pregnancy." "Thank you, Charles." He turned to Sophie, his expression growing tender in a way that still surprised me. "You should be resting, not shout into your phone at midnight." at Sophie rolled her eyes but leaned into him affectionately. "I had to call her."

"Of course," he conceded, then added with unexpected humor, "We should Started W probably get started on a baby of our own, Otherwise, your friends will think I'm shooting blanks." Sophie spluttered with laughter, swatting at his arm. "Charles! You can't just say things like that!"

I laughed too, oddly touched by this glimpse into their private dynamic! "I should go, said. "We'll talk when I'm back from London." 2/4

After hanging up, I settled back against my seat, one hand resting protectively over my growing bump, Sean removed his headphones, raising an eyebrow in question. "Sophie's collection won the Eco-Fashion award," I explained. "And apparently Charles is worried about his virility." Sean chuckled. "Good for them. They seem happy." "They are, I agreed, thinking about how relationships could surprise you. Like ours had. Like Christopher's feelings had.

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