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.

man right after she was born. My mother

she had this perfect

Her father hardly ever comes home now.

We should probably keep

ur distance."

chest,

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

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Chapter 121: His Protection

social appearances expected of a Wilson while gile

constructed Impenetrable

walls armund my heart, never

Blackwell's sixteenth birthday party an event rd only been invited to

business connections,

watching other teenagers laugh and dance through the French doors, when I overheard a group of

go out with me by the

"She's probably easy like her mom. Didn't

was clearly meant to be heard. Hey guys, you think she's still

a knife Girls from broken homes are always desperate for male attention. Her mom left, right? That messes girls

of humiliation. I pressed myself deeper into the shadows, wishing

are you doing out here

Sean Shaw watching me, those piercing emerald eyes flickering with concern. We'd shared classes for years but rarely

quickly wiped away tears, "Nothing. Just

as he glanced over my shoulder toward the boys. "I heard what those guys were saying

you.

to mask my humiliation.

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