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

was running late to pick up the

by their

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Kids Thought

looked up with a warm

missed them."

voice rose sharply. "What do

casually. "He mentioned you might be running late

drained from my face. "Their

gentleman who came with you during registration? Mr.

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

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

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

replied, already turning to leave. "And please, call me

***

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

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

my arms, inhaling their

day at school,

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 had time

look exhausted," he commented, his tone

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of the Kids Thought He Was Our

grateful he didn't press for details.

us to get ice

usual reserve momentarily forgotten.

I gave

shrugged unapologetically. "First day

three scoops!"

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

may have been overruled

their voices filling the house with warmth

have me," he

her chicken,

up her things and headed

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

already been bathed and were selecting books for bedtime in

the clock-nearly

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