The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 99

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 99: Without Giving You What You Really Want

Angela POV

The blue glow of my phone illuminated the darkened bedroom as I shred at the notification, NightShadow had finally responded to

my message.

You want to talk to me? About what?

Sintèle. Direct. Almost defensive. I sat up in bed, the silk sheets sliding away as I considered my response.

Yes, I'd like to know who's been so generous with my accepting them without knowing who you are,

ildren's channel. Your donations are substantial, and I'm not comfortable

I hit send before I could overthink it. The response came surprisingly quickly.

The children bring joy to many people. My donations are simply appreciation.

I frowned at the screen. Again, direct and spare with details. No personal information volunteered.

May I know what to call you, at least? Or how you discovered their channel?

The typing indicator appeared, disappeared, then reappeared.

You can call me Shadow. I found their channel by chance. Your daughter reminds me of someone I once knew.

My breath caught. There was something in the phrasing that made me uneasy. I glanced instinctively toward the twins bedroom, a protective surge running through me.

I appreciate your generosity, but the amount you've donated is excessive. I'd like

to return most of it. Could you provide account information?

Another pause, longer this time.

No need. Consider it an investment in their future.

The brevity was frustrating. Each response revealed nothing while provoking more questions.

The total is over $15,000 in six months. That's not a simple tip for a children's cooking show.

I waited, watching as the typing indicator appeared and disappeared several times. Finally:

I wasn't aware of the total. Keep it. They deserve it.

The dismissive tone about such a large sum of money suggested significant wealth. A Wall Street type, perhaps? The thought m. me tense, memories of that world-of Sean-surfacing unwanted.

I'll contact you tomorrow for account details. Goodnight, Shadow.

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I set the phone aside, knowing I wouldn't receive more tonight.

pots and pans roused me from

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on a silk robe over my nightgown befor padding toward the kitchen. The marble floor felt cold against my bare feet as I rounded the corner and found

at the sight of me. The elegant lines of his Tom Ford white shirt contrasted with the

arranged

morning, Angela," he greeted, his British-Italian accent mote ronounced in the early hours. "I

a strand of hair behind my ear, suddenly aware of my

"Christopher. I wasn't expecting

my bare feet, a small

his

cold.

retreated to

r slippers

properly shod a moment

my

voice.

unable to keep

pulled out

busy with

your own breakfast."

your consulting work. I thought perhaps

before me. Fresh croissants from the bakery in the village, sliced fruit arranged in a perfect spiral, eggs Benedict

didn't have

wanted to." He poured coffee into a delicate cup, adding

keys. Whenever he had free time, he would come help me take care of the children. I couldn't imagine

are sleeping in today?"

night. Their cooking show ran longer

my late-night conversation with the mysterious Shadow. Something held me back

concern.

is growing impressively. Aria has

surge of maternal pride. "Ethan balances her perfectly.

observed with a small

you're considering returning to New

cup.

admitted. "Not Lawrence Capital, but starting something of

eyes lit with interest. "That's an

"Just enough clients to be intellectually stimulating without

twins."

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he asked cafually. 'London

form und gande

administrative support..."

head immediately. "Christopher, I appreciate the offer, I need

softened. "Angela, you've never owed me

down my fork, meeting his gaze directly. The

team helping with my residency datas, the twins'

he interrupted gently, 'In people I care

weight of his generosity. "That's exactly

my own. 1 cent or wrong everything