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.

and cursed under my breath. The meeting with Tristan

now I was running late to pick up

already collected by their parents. A knot of anxiety formed in my stomach as I approached

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Peterson, the twins' teacher, looked up with a warm

missed them."

them?" My voice rose sharply. "What

casually. "He mentioned you might be running late due to

from

the gentleman who came

knees nearly buckled. Christopher, not Sean. Of course it was

apologize for my reaction," I said, composing myself. "I was concerned it might have been someone else... someone I

to unauthorized individuals, Mrs. Wilson.

to leave. "And please, call me

***

roasting chicken greeted me as I entered our new home. Maria, the housekeeper Christopher had recommended,

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

arms, inhaling their familiar

day at

swept over me, observant as always, lingering briefly on my slightly disheveled hair and the faded

look exhausted," he commented,

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the Kids Thought He

nodded, grateful he didn't press for details.

us to get ice cream after

usual reserve momentarily forgotten.

gave

unapologetically. "First day

scoops!" Aria declared

eyebrow. "No wonder

may have been overruled on portion

I found myself relaxing into the domestic scene. Christopher helped 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

me," he

but notice how naturally Christopher fit into our little family unit-helping Aria cut her chicken, engaging Ethan in conversation about his math class, seamlessly becoming part of our lives

Maria packed up her things and headed

"Would you mind if I stayed in the guest room tonight? I've had wine, and I'd

had already been bathed and were selecting books for bedtime in

at the

the 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 approach until