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.

million dollars from Mr. Shaw!" the auctioneer announced with barely

"Do I hear

really

scanned the room frantically, my eyes darting between faces, but couldn't

boxes, like me-hidden from the general audience but very much

what would I even do if I

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could I possibly say

auctioneer called out again, the name striking me like a physical

that name-the one I had avoided speaking for five years-sliced through my composure like a

oxygen replaced by

suppress.

closer, concern evident in his expression. "Ms. Wilson, are

You've gone quite pale."

sounding distant

I need

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

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

made my way to the exit, my heart hammering against

slow.

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

in my memories-my last encounter with Sean had

my forehead. I've built a new life, I have Aria and Ethan, I've

on my brow. I turned to walk toward the ladies' room when a tall figure stepped into my

"Excuse me," I murmured