The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 99

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.

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from bed, throwing 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 Christopher Blake arranging breakfast

warming at the sight of me. The elegant lines of his Tom

arranged fresh-cut

his British-Italian accent mote ronounced in the early hours. "I hope you

hair behind my ear, suddenly

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voice.

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nodded, satisfied, and pulled

you've been busy with

your own breakfast."

your consulting work. I thought perhaps you

Fresh croissants from the bakery in the village, sliced fruit arranged in

have to

cup, adding precisely the amount of

had free time, he would come help me take care of the children. I couldn't imagine how I would have raised two children alone without his

sleeping

up late last night. Their cooking show

with the mysterious Shadow. Something held me back from

concern.

is growing impressively. Aria has quite the

familiar surge of maternal pride. "Ethan balances

observed with a small

you're considering returning to New

down his coffee cup. "To start your

"Not Lawrence Capital, but starting

lit with interest. "That's an

enough clients to be intellectually stimulating without taking too much time away from

twins."

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true." I set down my fork, meeting his gaze directly. The

my residency datas, the

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familiar weight of his generosity. "That's exactly why I need

on my own. 1 cent or wrong everything you

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