The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 104-1

Chapter 104: Their Children Must Be The Same Age As

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Angela POV

I clutched David Chen's offered arm as we navigated through the crowded entrance of

Sotheby's.

The opulent auction hall buzzed with Manhattan's elite-faces I hadn't seen in five years but who clearly remembered me, if their whispers and sidelong glances were any

indication.

"Ms. Wilson, I apologize for the last-minute change," David said in his perfectly modulated voice. "Mr. Blake was called into an urgent meeting. He's asked me to accompany you tonight."

"It's fine, David," I replied. "Christopher has more important things to attend to than a charity auction."

David nodded respectfully. "Ms. Wilson, your seat is in the private box upstairs. Mr. Blake

arranged it specifically."

The auctioneer tapped his microphone, drawing the room's attention.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we've concluded our regular offerings and now move to tonight's highlight-original Monet."

I settled into my seat, grateful for the relative privacy of the box as bidding began. Numbers flew across the room, wealth displayed in casual seven-figure increments.

from Mr. Shaw!" the auctioneer announced with barely

I hear six

it really

eyes darting between faces, but couldn't

one of the private boxes, like me-hidden from the general audience but very

would I even do

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Be The Same Age

I possibly say after

called out again, the name striking me like a

clutched the armrest, knuckles turning white as that name-the one I had avoided speaking for five years-sliced through

replaced by memories I'd

suppress.

in his expression. "Ms. Wilson, are you

You've gone quite pale."

lightheaded," I managed, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears.

I need some

to accompany you?" David

my head. "No, please stay. I'll just step

felt unsteady as I made my way to the exit,

corridor outside was empty. I leaned against the wall, eyes closed, willing my pulse to slow. Winter rain fell gently

tighter around my shoulders, the New York winter far harsher than the mild Tuscan climate I'd grown accustomed

matched the one in my memories-my last encounter with Sean had been during another winter, in

forehead. I've built a new life, I have Aria and Ethan, I've moved on. Why am I still

sweat that had formed on my brow. I turned to walk toward the ladies' room when a tall figure

"Excuse me," I murmured