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.

clatter of pots and pans roused me

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You

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

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

to mid-forearm he arranged fresh-cut fruit on fine

accent mote ronounced in the early hours. "I

tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, suddenly aware

"Christopher. I wasn't expecting

my bare feet,

his

marble is cold. You should

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shod a

my

voice.

unable to keep the slight

nodded, satisfied, and pulled out a

you've been busy with

your own breakfast."

work. I thought perhaps

croissants from the bakery in

didn't have

cup, adding precisely

faintly. Christopher had my house keys. Whenever he had free time, he would come help me take

sleeping in

last night. Their cooking show ran longer

conversation with the mysterious

concern.

growing impressively. Aria has quite

familiar surge of maternal pride. "Ethan

Christopher observed with

returning to New York,"

coffee cup. "To start your

but starting something

with interest. "That's an

to be intellectually stimulating without taking too

twins."

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form

administrative support..."

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

expression softened. "Angela, you've never owed

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