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 barely

"Do I hear

really be

scanned the room frantically, my eyes darting

He must be in one of the private boxes,

would I even do if

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say

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

turning white as that name-the one I had avoided speaking for five years-sliced

room suddenly felt airless, oxygen replaced by memories

suppress.

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

You've gone quite pale."

bit lightheaded," I managed, my voice sounding distant even

need some

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

"No, please stay. I'll just

made my way to the exit, my heart hammering against my ribs

against the wall, eyes closed, willing my pulse to slow.

York winter far harsher than the mild Tuscan

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

I thought, pressing my palm against my forehead. I've built a new life, I have Aria and Ethan, I've moved on. Why am

away the cold sweat that had formed on my brow. I turned to walk toward the

"Excuse me," I murmured