The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 140

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 140: My children. Mine.

Sean POV

The black Bentley Idled at the corner of the street, strategically posted in observe the sclinals entrance while remaining Inconspicuous. I sat in the back seat, eyes fixed on the elegant brostone building where Angela was dropping off the twins.

She knelt to straighten Ethan's uniform collar, het movements gentle and practiced. The morning sunlight caught in her hair as the leaned forward to accept. Aria's enthusiastic goodbye kiss.

"Bye, Mama! Aria called, waving energetically.

*Remember to wait for me right here after school," Angela temlisted them, her voice carrying that tender firmness I'd once known

so well. "Go on now,"

As they disappeared through the large wooden doors, Angela stood for a moment, watching them go. Something in her posture-the slight tension in her shoulders, the way she suddenly glanced around told me she sensed something. Her eyes swept the street. lingering momentarily in our direction before she turned and walked away.

I lowered the window slightly, watching her retreating figure until she disappeared around the corner.

"Ms. Wilson seems remarkably perceptive," Thomas observed from beide me. "We're just sitting here, yet she appeared to sense something. Fortunately, she didn't spot us, but... Mr. Shaw, why don't you want her to know you're here?"

I shot him a cold glance. "If she knew, do you think I'd ever get to see those children?"

Thomas nodded slowly. "Indeed. If those children truly are yours... the fact that Ms. Wilson never told you of their existence clearly indicates she doesn't want you to know, If she discovers you're aware, she might immediately disappear with them. The risk is

considerable."

"Excuse me, sir, may I ask who you are?" The security guard's tone was polite but firm as he blocked our path to the school

entrance.

Thomas stepped forward smoothly. "I'm Thomas Smith, executive assistant to Shaw Group. This is Mr. Sean Shaw, who's here to make a generous donation to your institution."

The mention of my name and "donation" worked their usual magic. Within minutes, we were being escorted to the principal's office. where a middle-aged woman in a tailored suit greeted me with barely contained excitement.

"Mr. Shaw, what an honor to have you visit our school!" The principal beamed, extending her hand. "Your donation is incredibly generous. We cannot thank you enough.

I maintained my neutral expression, shaking her hand briefly. "Principal, now that the donation has been arranged, I'd be interested in seeing the educational environment you provide. Would it be possible to tour the classrooms?"

she exclaimed, clearly thrilled by the request. "I'd be delighted to show you around personally. Please, follow

nodded at appropriate intervals, but my attention was elsewhere, scanning each room we passed for two specific faces. After visiting three

dark curls through the glass- Aria's unmistakable bouncing energy as

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My

severnt children were engaged in an

kindergarten special activities

children come here

Interrupted, gesturing

followed my gaze. "Ah, Arla and than Wilson. They re quite the little celebrities, actually. They

fonce I couldn't resist. The principal continued talking, but her words faded into background noise as I

noticed me first, her head snapping up with

she

tumed more slowly, his green

certain everyone could

humans who, I was

he's the gentleman I met on the airplane, remember I told you? Aria bubbled, tugging

me. "Hello, sir, he said, his

call me sir," I replied with a small smile. "You can call me Mr. Night, of

Aria's eyes

person from our videos?" Ethan asked skeptically his gaze

a mirror.

kept my voice gentle, fighting to control the surge of emotions

overwhelm me.

cheered, instantly accepting, while Ethan maintained his distance, studying me with those

Ethan, respecting his caution. "You can look more carefully to be sure. There

be cautious."

it's you, but why

excitedly, "are you here to register your children

question hit me with unexpected force. I swallowed hard before answering softly. "My children are already

What are their names?"

time," I said mysteriously, though my heart ached with

"I'll tell you

Bentley, my mind reeling from the encounter. Thomas handed me a warm

help protect your stomach," he said, gesturing

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My children,

wordlessly, taking a careful sip