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.

Shaw!" the auctioneer announced with

"Do I hear six

really be

my eyes darting between faces, but couldn't

one of the private boxes, like

even

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Their Children Must Be The

say

the auctioneer called out again, the name striking me like a physical blow each time it was

white as that name-the one I had avoided speaking for

room suddenly felt airless, oxygen replaced by

suppress.

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

You've gone quite pale."

managed, my voice sounding

I need some

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

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

the exit, my

willing my pulse to slow. Winter rain fell gently beyond the windows, the carpet near the entrance damp

around my shoulders, the New York

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

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

a deep breath, I straightened, wiping away the cold sweat that had formed on my brow. I turned to

"Excuse me," I murmured