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?"

pause. I hadn't fully considered the implications of my conversation with Christopher. This apartment was his -he'd arranged it for us when we first returned to New York. While the rent was paid for several months in advance, continuing

not sure," I admitted. "I've paid the rent already, but... this is Christopher's apartment. Would you

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

boy, so young

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

I hadn't shown up? Or perhaps something had come up

set my phone on the nightstand: I'd have to try contacting him

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Christopher Uncle... Does He Want To Be

Marcus Fyahrows shot up fit "That's sudden.

at he leaned against my office door the next morning.

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

minute. Don't tell me your current place

him with my most professional stare. "Marquis, if you channeled your gossip energy into actual work, gur company's performance

But if you're planning to stay in New York long term, you should consider buying a place instead

casual suggestion triggered a chain

planning to stay

and tried to take them from

Italy been

could simply take my children—not even Sean. I had raised them for five years on

voice pulled me from my

fine,” I replied, straightening in my chair. "Let's focus on finding a

employees were counting on me. I wouldn't let

the office early that afternoon to pick

traffic was congested as always, and I drove carefully toward

dark curls bobbing animatedly as she spoke to a

they finally spotted me, Aria's face lighting up

this is my mom," Aria said proudly, gesturing toward

polite nod. "Hello,

replied, studying him

imported candies I'd picked up earlier, offering one