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

"Do I hear

really be

room frantically, my eyes darting between

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

would I even do if I saw

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Be The Same Age As

I possibly say after five years

six point five million!" the auctioneer called out again, the name striking me

the armrest, knuckles turning white as that name-the one I had avoided speaking for five years-sliced through my composure like a blade through

airless, oxygen replaced by memories I'd fought

suppress.

leaned closer, concern evident in his expression. "Ms.

You've gone quite pale."

voice sounding distant even to my own

I need

like me to accompany you?" David asked, already half-rising from

my head. "No, please stay.

the exit,

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

New York winter far harsher than the mild Tuscan climate I'd grown

chill in the air matched the one in my memories-my last encounter with Sean

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

I straightened, wiping away the cold sweat that had formed on my brow.

"Excuse me," I murmured