The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 121

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 121: His Protection

Angels Foy

My heart constricted painfully. "Oh, Arla....."

"What exactly did those children at school say to you, sweetheart?" asked gently, brushing a dark curl away from her forehead. Children could be unintentionally cruel with their observations, and needed to know what my daughter was facing.

"You don't have to worry about what the kids said. Her small hand found mine in the darkness. “I'm not sad about it. When they say mean things, Ethan always protects me."

I swallowed the hump forming in my throat. "Darling, you don't need to worry about any of that. I'm here, and I'll never let anyone make fun of you or Ethan."

"I know," she mumbled, already drifting back toward sleep, "Ethan tells them we have the best mommy in the world instead of a daddy"

I waited until her breathing deepened before carefully extracting myself from her bed. In the hallway, I paused outside Ethan's room, peering through the crack in his door. Unlike his sister, he slept with military precision-straight as an arrow, barely disturbing the covers. So like his father.

In the quiet of the living room, fcurled up on the sofa, memories washing over me like waves against the shore. The twins situation at school had triggered

recollections I'd kept locked away for years.

Flashback

I was twelve when I first truly understood what it meant to be different at the elite private academy 1 attended. As the daughter of John Wilson, I was initially welcomed with open arms. Designer clothes, chauffeured rides to school, invitations to exclusive birthday parties- mistook it all for genuine friendship.

The illusion shattered one Tuesday afternoon in the girls' changing room. I'd forgotten my gym shirt and had doubled back to retrieve it when I heard my name,

"I'll tell you a little secret-Angela Wilson isn't as perfect as she seas. The voice belonged to Caroline Matthews, daughter of my fathers business associate. "What do you mean? Her family is like, super prestigious, another girl replied.

her for another man right after she was born. My mother says we shouldn't get too close to

she

father hardly ever comes home now. He's always traveling around

awful. We should probably keep

ur distance."

shirt clutched against my chest, tears blurring my vision. That day

wealth ensured that- how recognized the hollow smiles and performative warmth

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Chapter 121: His Protection

social appearances expected of a Wilson while gile

school, I'd constructed Impenetrable

armund my heart, never again

rd only

business connections,

on the balcony, watching other teenagers laugh and dance through the

to go out with me by the end of the month," said Marcus, the lacrosse

her mom. Didn't she run off with some Italian count

boy leaned in, his voice dropping to a stage whisper that was clearly meant to be heard. Hey guys, you think she's

a knife Girls from broken homes are always desperate for

over me in waves of humiliation. I pressed

are you doing out here

piercing emerald eyes flickering with concern. We'd shared classes for years but rarely spoke, our social circles

wiped away tears, "Nothing. Just

hardened as he glanced over my shoulder toward the boys. "I heard

you.

below, trying to mask my humiliation. It's

one has the right to talk about you like that. I'm going to