The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 147

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Wife

Chapter 147: Christopher Uncle... Does He Want To Be Our Father?

Angels Toy

I pushed open the door to my apartment, feeling a strange lightness in my chest. The evening air had cleared my head during the walk home hom the cafe, and despite the uncomfortable conversation with Christopher, I felt as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

Ethan was sitting on the bench in the entryway, his small fare lighting up when he

saw me.

'Mama, you're back," he said, sliding off the bench and walking town me.

I smiled, setting my purse down on the side table. "Yes. Were you waing for me? Ethan nodded. "Mama, did you and Christopher uncle have a fight?"

His perceptiveness sometimes caught me off guard. I knelt down to his level, keeping my voice gentle. "No, we didn't fight. I just needed to make some things clear to him."

Ethan hesitated, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his pajama top. “Mama, Christopher uncle... does he want to be our father?"

The directness of his question made me pause. I chose my words carefully, not wanting to burden him with adult complexities.

"He might have wanted that before, I admitted. "But after tonight, I don't think he'll want that anymore."

"So you rejected Christopher uncle?" Ethan's gaze was unwavering, almost too mature for his young face.

"Yes," I said simply. "I did."

His brow furrowed slightly. "Will Christopher uncle still come to see us?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

Ethan was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Are we still going to live here?"

was his -he'd arranged it for us when we first returned to New York. While the

is Christopher's apartment. Would you mind if we moved? Would it be

touched Ethan's lips. "If you want to move, Mama, I'll help explain to Aria.

pride and gratitude. My little boy, so young

to bed, I sat cross-legged on my own bed with my phone in hand. The conversation with Mr. Night

Was he angry that I hadn't

try contacting him again tomorrow. After the emotional toll of

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apartment?. Marcus Fyahrows shot up fit "That's sudden. I thought you had everything

he leaned against my office door the

my computer screen. I have my reasons. Just help his find

place was arranged by that Blake guy? And now you're moving out because you turned him

looked up, fixing him with my most professional stare. "Marquis, if you channeled your gossip energy into actual

you're planning to stay in New York long term, you

suggestion triggered a chain

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and tried to

Italy

away the doubts. No one could simply take my children—not even Sean. I had raised them for five years on

voice pulled me from

chair. "Let's

employees were

office early that afternoon to pick up

as always, and I drove carefully toward the twins' school,

bobbing animatedly as she spoke to a small boy I didn't recognize. Neither child noticed me

finally spotted

my mom," Aria said

a polite nod. "Hello, Mrs.

I replied, studying him

my bag and pulled out the imported candies I'd picked up earlier, offering one to the unfamiliar