The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Some of the Kids Thought He Was Our Daddy

Angela POV

"Ex-husband?" Tristan's voice broke the silence, disbelief etched across his

features. He looked between Sean and me, his eyes widening with each passing second. "You two were

married?"

Jessica's gasp from the front seat was audible. "Oh my God," she whispered, turning to

stare at us.

I maintained my composure despite my racing heart. Great, he's really determined

to create chaos wherever he goes, I thought, feeling Sean's expectant gaze on

me.

"I apologize, Angela," Tristan said, leaning forward slightly. "Had I known about your...

history with Shaw, I never would have arranged this meeting."

“It's fine,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. "Whatever existed between us ended five

years ago."

Sean's jaw tightened visibly. "Did it?"

I ignored him, turning to face Tristan directly. "I hope this won't affect our business

discussion. My company's proposal stands on its own merits."

"Of course," Tristan nodded, professional courtesy overtaking his curiosity. "My office,

tomorrow at ten? We can discuss the investment terms without... distractions."

"Perfect," I agreed, relieved to salvage something from this disaster of a day.

At the club entrance, I hurried out of the car, eager to escape. I could feel Sean's intense stare following me as I gathered my things, his gaze like a physical presence I couldn't

ignore.

watch and cursed under my breath. The meeting with

was

hallways eerily quiet, most children already collected by their parents. A knot of anxiety formed in my stomach as I approached

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the twins' teacher, looked up with a warm smile.

missed them."

My voice rose sharply. "What

minutes ago," she explained casually. "He mentioned you might be running late due to a business

from

expression changed, noting my distress. "Yes, the gentleman who came

nearly buckled. Christopher, not Sean. Of course it

composing myself. "I was concerned it might have been someone else... someone

children to unauthorized individuals, Mrs. Wilson. Mr. Blake is listed as an

I replied, already turning to leave. "And please,

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aroma of roasting chicken greeted me as I entered our new home. Maria, the housekeeper Christopher had recommended, was bustling around the kitchen, humming softly as she

out as she raced toward me, dark curls bouncing with each step. Ethan followed more sedately, his reserved smile brightening his serious little

them both into my arms, inhaling their

day at school,

a gentle smile on his face. His amber eyes swept over me, observant as always, lingering briefly on my slightly disheveled hair and the faded lipstick I hadn't

exhausted," he commented, his

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nodded, grateful he didn't press for

Blake took us to get

usual reserve momentarily forgotten.

I gave Christopher

"First day of school deserves

had three scoops!" Aria

I raised an eyebrow. "No wonder you're bouncing off the

have

set the table while the twins chattered about their day, their voices filling the house with warmth I hadn't realized I'd been missing. "Will you stay for dinner?" I asked Christopher, surprising myself with how much I wanted him

have me," he replied

family unit-helping Aria cut her chicken, engaging Ethan in conversation about his math class, seamlessly

and dessert, Maria packed up her things and headed home, leaving the four of us alone in the quiet

last of the dishes. "Would you mind if I stayed

twins had already been bathed and were selecting books for bedtime in

the clock-nearly

dish towel. "I'll prepare the room for you." While Christopher showered, I prepared the guest room, smoothing fresh sheets onto the bed. I was so absorbed in my task that I didn't hear him