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 had thrown

entire schedule, and now I was

most children already collected by their parents. A knot of

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looked up with a

missed them."

voice rose sharply. "What

father picked them up about ten minutes ago," she explained casually. "He mentioned you might be running late due to a

from my face. "Their

my distress. "Yes, the gentleman who came with you during registration? Mr.

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

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

never release children to unauthorized individuals, Mrs. Wilson. Mr. Blake is listed as

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

***

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

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

gathering them both into my arms, inhaling

day at school,

face. His amber eyes swept over me, observant as always, lingering briefly on my slightly disheveled hair and the faded lipstick

commented, his

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didn't press for details.

uncle Blake took us to get ice cream after school!" Ethan announced,

usual reserve momentarily forgotten.

gave

day of

three scoops!"

"No

"I may have

myself relaxing into the domestic scene. Christopher helped set the table while the twins chattered about their day, their voices filling

me," he

little family unit-helping Aria cut her chicken, engaging Ethan in conversation about his math class, seamlessly becoming part of our lives in a way

her things and headed

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

had already been bathed and were selecting books for bedtime

at the

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