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.

of pots and pans roused me from

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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

amber eyes warming at the sight of me. The elegant lines of his Tom Ford white shirt contrasted with the deep tan of his skin, sleeves rolled

arranged fresh-cut fruit on fine

his British-Italian accent mote ronounced in the early hours. "I hope you don't mind

behind my ear,

"Christopher. I wasn't expecting

dropped to my bare feet, a small

his

"The marble is cold. You

argument, I retreated

r slippers

shod a moment

my

voice.

asked, unable to keep the slight

satisfied, and pulled out a chair

you've been busy with the

your own breakfast."

consulting work. I thought perhaps you might

taking in the spread before me. Fresh croissants from the bakery in the village, sliced

didn't have to

to." He poured coffee into a delicate cup,

would come help me take care of the children. I couldn't imagine how I

sleeping in

up late last night. Their cooking show

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

concern.

growing impressively. Aria

familiar surge of maternal pride. "Ethan balances her

Christopher observed with a

me you're considering returning to New

his coffee cup. "To start your

Capital, but starting something

eyes lit with interest. "That's

cautioned. "Just enough clients to be intellectually stimulating without taking too much

twins."

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cafually. 'London would position you

form und

administrative support..."

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

"Angela, you've never owed

fork, meeting his gaze directly. The villa,

residency datas, the twins' school

he interrupted gently, 'In people I

the familiar weight of his

my own. 1 cent