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?"

when we first returned to New

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

"If you want to

pride and gratitude. My little boy, so young yet so understanding.

putting the twins to bed, I sat cross-legged on my own bed with my phone in hand.

Le Bernardin after all? Was he angry that I hadn't shown up? Or perhaps something

my phone on the nightstand: I'd have to try contacting him again tomorrow. After the emotional toll of the day, sleep was what I needed

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for a new apartment?. Marcus Fyahrows shot up fit "That's sudden. I thought you

office door the next morning. back

screen. I have my reasons. Just help his find some options,

knowing. "Wait a minute. Don't tell me your current place was arranged by that

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

planning to stay in New York long term, you should consider buying a place instead of renting. Save yourself the hassle

suggestion triggered a chain of thoughts I'd

to stay in New York

twins and

Italy been

one could simply take my children—not even Sean. I had raised

Marcus's voice pulled

chair. "Let's focus

employees were counting on me. I

early that afternoon to pick up my

was congested as always, and I drove carefully toward the twins' school, still getting used

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

called in unison when they finally

this is my mom," Aria said

little boy-Tommy-offered a polite nod.

I replied, studying him

I'd picked up earlier, offering one to the unfamiliar child. Tommy hesitated, seemingly unsure whether he