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 rent was paid for several

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

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

heart swelled with pride and gratitude. My little boy, so young yet so understanding. “Thank you,

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

he angry that I hadn't shown up? Or perhaps something had

have to try contacting him again tomorrow. After the emotional toll of the day, sleep

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147 Christopher Uncle... Does He Want To Be

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

office door

look up from the rental listings on my computer screen. I have my reasons. Just

me your current place was arranged by that Blake guy?

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

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

suggestion triggered a chain of thoughts I'd been

to stay in New York

if Sean discovered the twins and tried to

Italy

simply take my children—not even Sean. I had

voice

in my chair. "Let's focus on finding a suitable

couldn't keep second-guessing myself. My employees were counting on me. I wouldn't let

afternoon to pick up

York's traffic was congested as always, and I drove carefully toward the twins' school, still

I spotted Aria's dark curls bobbing animatedly as she spoke to a small boy I didn't recognize. Neither child noticed me immediately, too engrossed in their

they called in unison when they finally

Aria said proudly, gesturing toward me with

little boy-Tommy-offered a polite

replied, studying

up earlier, offering one