Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 647

Bronwen felt completely drained, like every ounce of strength had slipped away. She had no idea how long she stayed frozen before finally bending down to pick up her phone from the floor, its screen cracked and useless.

The photos on the phone showed a fancy house. There was a girl in them, even younger than Louisa, her cheeks pink with happiness as she cooked with Wilson in a sunlit kitchen. Then the scene shifted to a dining room, where two adorable little girls were chasing each other, giggling, circling the adults. They looked just like a picture-perfect family. Four people. All smiles. All so ridiculously happy.

Bronwen stared at the photos until her eyes burned red. For a second, she wanted nothing more than to barge into the hospital room, to scream at Wilson, to ask him who these people were and what the hell was going on. She tried to stand. Her legs shook. That’s when it hit her.

She was too scared.

How pathetic could she be? She didn’t even have the nerve to call her husband out for cheating, not after all his betrayals. And what terrified her most wasn’t the ugly fight that would follow. It was the thought of losing Wilson for good.

Her legs gave out and she dropped back onto the bench, still clutching the phone. She just stared at the photos, her mind blank, sinking deeper into silence.

Across town, Louisa was in the middle of a meltdown. She took a pair of scissors and tore through everything she could find. Curtains, bedsheets, family pictures, even random charging cables. If she could cut it, she did. It was like she needed to destroy everything to distract herself from the chaos inside her head. The house was a mess. She didn’t care about Wilson lying in some hospital bed. She honestly wished he was suffering even more.

She was on the edge when someone started pounding on the door. The knocks were fast and loud, snapping her out of her rage. Louisa stomped over and yanked the door open.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Her voice was sharp, her eyes fierce as she glared at the person outside. It was a young woman, her face soft and pretty, like a flower in spring. Behind her, two identical little girls clung to her hands.

Louisa’s stomach twisted. Something was wrong here.

The young girl was Mary. Her eyes were already wet with tears as she looked up at Louisa. “I… I’m looking for Wilson. Is he here?” She tried to peek inside, shifting nervously from foot to foot.

Louisa stepped in front of her, blocking the doorway. “What are you doing here? He’s not home. What do you want with him? Who even are you? Wait, don’t tell me… are you another one of his secret daughters? Seriously, how many does he have?”

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