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?"

request. "I'd be delighted to show you around personally. Please, follow

we moved through the hallways, the principal enthusiastically detailed the school's curriculum and facilities. I nodded at appropriate intervals, but my attention was elsewhere, scanning each room we passed for two specific faces. After visiting three classrooms, we approached

as I caught a glimpse of dark curls through the glass- Aria's unmistakable bouncing energy

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table when severnt children were

our kindergarten special

children come here for creative projects

Interrupted, gesturing tend the ns.

quite the little celebrities, actually. They have quite a following

continued talking, but her words faded into background noise as I stepped into the

first, her head snapping up with recognition finsblog

she exclaimed, dropping her

his green eyes-my eyes-widening recognized

was certain everyone could hear it.

small humans who, I was now certain,

remember I told you? Aria bubbled, tugging her

his expression guarded as he regarded me. "Hello, sir, he said, his tone

small smile. "You can call me Mr. Night, of Mr.

Aria's

asked skeptically his gaze shrewd and assessing in a way

a mirror.

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

overwhelm me.

dr. Night!" Aria cheered, instantly accepting, while Ethan maintained his distance, studying

look more carefully to be sure. There are

be cautious."

Ethan spoke again. "I've confirmed it's you, but why didn't you tell us who you

"are you here to register your children

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

names?"

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

"I'll tell you

minutes later, 1 slid back into the Bentley, my mind reeling

cold today. This will help protect your stomach,"

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wordlessly, taking a careful sip of