Chapter 104-1

Chapter 104: Their Children Must Be The Same Age As

Mine-1

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.

Mr. Shaw!" the auctioneer

hear

it really

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

boxes, like

I even

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possibly say

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

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

airless, oxygen replaced by memories I'd fought so

suppress.

in his expression. "Ms. Wilson, are

You've gone quite pale."

bit lightheaded," I managed, my voice sounding distant

need

to accompany you?" David asked,

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

way to the exit, my heart hammering

outside was empty. I leaned against the wall, eyes closed, willing my pulse to slow.

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

memories-my last encounter with Sean had been during another winter,

against my forehead. I've built a new life, I

brow. I turned

"Excuse me," I murmured

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