The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 100

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 100: Whispers and Choices

Angela Pov

"I truly don't understand why Mr. Blake is so fond of her. A divorced woman with two children."

"She's clearly using her good looks, knowing exactly how Mr. Blake feels about her."

"You women are just too jealous. Mrs. Wilson is genuinely beautiful and carries herself with elegance."

Elegant? Hmph. She's nothing more than Mr. Blake's mistress."

"I heard Mr. Blake's father strongly disapproves of her. After all, the Blake family descends from Italian and British nobility. How could they possibly accept a divorced woman with two children?"

Their words stung, especially since I understood Italian perfectly after five years in the country. I stepped into the elevator, reminding myself that my main priority was taking care of my children. There was no need to cause a confrontation.

My phone rang just as I settled into the driver's seat. Sophie's name flashed on the screen, and I felt my mood instantly lighten.

"Sophie!" I answered warmly. "How are you?"

"Angela, guess who's coming to see you?" Sophie's excitement crackled through the line. "I'm in Milan for a fashion magazine assignment, and you're just a short drive away! I thought I'd surprise you and the kids!"

"Sophie!" I couldn't contain my delight. "That's wonderful! I'm heading home right now."

"Perfect! I'm already on my way to your place-should be there in about twenty minutes."

"You're always full of surprises," I laughed. "I'll see you soon."

***

I returned home to find Sophie already there, sitting on the terrace with the twins. Aria was perched on Sophie's lap showing her something on a tablet, while Ethan sat beside them, listening intently.

"Mama!" Aria spotted me first, leaping off Sophie's lap. Ethan followed with a bright smile.

"Sophie Auntie came to see us!" Aria announced, hugging my waist.

both.

bit the Manhattan fashion editor

said before pulling me into a tight

you,"

look good. Italian countryside life agrees

you bring us anything from New York?" Aria

"Aria," I admonished gently.

did!" Sophie laughed. "What kind of godmother would I be if I didn't spoil my

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stepped forward, his giden eyes—so like his father's-serious Thank you

like" She caught herself, then turned back to the children. "You

much!

"I brought the latest LEGO set for Ethan, and the limited edition

accepted their

you spoil them terribly," I said without

for!" Sophie winked. "Though five years

in my chest. "And I never imagined I'd suddenly become a

help me open my Barbie?" Aria

led away by my

with mixed emotions. These moments were the life I had created from the ashes of my past-a life that held its

into their beds, Sophie and

wine.

bed, the Tuscan moonlight

and Christopher? How far

pointed, her eyes glinting

expected Sophie to be so direct.

I fumbled

quickly,

wine glass on the nightstand. "I overheard some things

has eyes for you. What

and I are just friends,"

decision, and looks at you like you hung the

don't work that way," I

I can't just

them," she countered. Then