The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 142

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 142: This Man Thought He Could Be A Father To My Children?

Sean POV

Through the Bentley's tinted windows, I watched as Christopher Blake helped my children out of his car, My children. The possessive thought barned like acid in my stomach.

And there was Angela, smiling politely at Christopher as he leaned closer to speak to fier. Something twisted painfully in my chest.

Five years apart, and now this man thought he could simply step in my place? Into my family?

"Thomas," I said, not taking my eyes off the trio, all you hear what lake just said in her?"

Thomas adjusted his glasses, peeting through the window. "Tim oftall not, Mr. Shaw. They're too far away for me to read lips

My jaw clenched as Christopher's hand briefly touched Angela's amefore he turned to walk the twins to the school entrance. The casual intimacy of the gesture made my blood boil.

This man thought he could be a father to my children? My children?

1 unlocked my phone and typed quickly:

Me (as Night): Today convenient for our transaction?

Angela's response came almost immediately:

Angela: What time were you thinking?

Me (as Night): Afternoon.

Angela: I'm afraid this afternoon won't work, Could we reschedule for tomorrow?

I knew it. She had plans with Christopher. My fingers moved swiftly across the

screen:

Me (as Night): No. I need the money urgently today. Can't you change your plans?

her expression-that slight furrow between her brows

me, of course.

it's that urgent, I could wire the money directly to your account, Carrying that much cash isn't safe

always practical, always trying to find the middle ground. But

No. I need cash. Le Bernardin, 4pm.

agreed on the plan?" asked Thomas as we sat in my office later that morning, the Manhattan skyline stretching beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Thomas nodded, flipping through his tablet notes. "I believe I've found a suitable candidate, Mr. Shaw. They re distant relatives of The Shaw family-so distant that I'd have trouble explaining the exact connection. They live in the Bronx, both parents work at mid-level corporate jobs, and they have

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Man Thought He Could Be A Father

Current school situation?!

I've arranged to contact them today, but I should mention there might be resistance. The social and economic gap is substanti, and they might question why a

my chair, drumming my fingers against the polished mahogany desk. "Offer them whatever it takes. Full scholarship, housing allowance, future college fund-make it

they ask about your sudden

the Shaw

I waved my hand

made a note. And once they agree?

"The child

simple.

hild transfers t

blond. Make it sound

my children's school immediately. We arrange coincidental meetings. The children become friends.

They'll expect to

considered that. "Keep my involvement minimal.

future. Any necessary

near the school. The commute from the Bronx would

scholarship, we could arrange for the child to visit your apartment on weekends for enrichment activities. This would create natural opportunities to invite

eyebrow. "You expect me to entertain a child

provides the perfect pretext to invite your children to your home without raising suspicions." Thomas adjusted

laughter-a stepping stone to eventually I considered this. The thought of my empty penthouse occasionally led with having my own children there-stirred something

I conceded. "But be clear with the family-this is about educational opportunities,

afternoon, I sat in the private dining room at Le Bernardin, scowling at the empty chair across from me. Thomas

Shaw," he observed quietly. "It's

instead at the entrance visible from our

mood had darkened throughout the day. thoughts of Angela meeting with Christopher consuming me

you're still so upset?" Thomas ventured. "Ms. Wilson has already

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