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. "What a

the Manhattan fashion

pulling me into a

missed you," I

look good. Italian countryside

us anything from

"Aria," I admonished gently.

godmother would I be if I

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giden eyes—so like his father's-serious Thank you for visiting,

by the day. Just like" She caught herself, then turned back

much!

"I brought the latest LEGO set for Ethan,

accepted their gifts

them terribly," I

five years ago, I never imagined I'd become

"And I never imagined I'd suddenly become a mother to

help me open

agreed, led away by my

them go 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 I retreated

wine.

on my king-sized bed, the Tuscan

didn't waste time with small talk. "So, what's going on with you and Christopher? How far have you two gotten? Have you slept

but pointed, her

hadn't expected Sophie to be so

I

haven't," I said quickly, my voice a little

my wine glass on the nightstand.

them," Sophie said, waving her hand dismissively. "Those women are just bitter that Christopher only has eyes for you. What I

just friends," I

supports your every decision, and looks at you like you

that way," I

children. I can't just

and Ethan as his own! He adores them," she countered. Then she