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.

cursed under my

now I was running late to pick up the

eerily quiet, most children already collected by their parents. A knot of anxiety formed in

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looked up with a

missed them."

them?" My voice rose sharply. "What

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

from my

gentleman who came with you during registration? Mr. Blake, I

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

my reaction," I said, composing myself. "I was concerned

never release children to unauthorized

to leave. "And please, call

***

I entered our new home. Maria, the housekeeper Christopher had recommended, was bustling around the kitchen,

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

into my arms, inhaling their

day at

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 tone careful. "Challenging

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he didn't press for details.

us to get

usual reserve momentarily forgotten.

gave Christopher a

unapologetically. "First day of school deserves a

three scoops!" Aria

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

have been overruled on portion

day, their voices filling the house with warmth I

me," he

meal, I couldn't help but notice how naturally Christopher fit into our little family unit-helping Aria cut her chicken, engaging Ethan in conversation

things and headed home, leaving the

clear the last of the dishes. "Would you mind if I stayed in the guest room tonight? I've

were selecting books for

at the clock-nearly

I prepared the guest room, smoothing fresh sheets onto the bed. I was