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?"

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

this is Christopher's apartment. Would you mind if we

"If you want to move, Mama, I'll help explain to Aria. She'll

little boy, so young yet so understanding. “Thank you, sweetheart. I

sat cross-legged on my own bed with my phone in hand. The conversation with

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

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

1/3

Christopher Uncle... Does He Want To Be Our

new apartment?. Marcus Fyahrows shot up fit "That's sudden.

door

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

his arms, his expression turning knowing. "Wait a minute. Don't tell me your current place was arranged by that Blake guy? And now you're moving out because you turned

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

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

1 planning to stay

twins and tried

returning from Italy been a

slightly, pushing away the doubts. No one could simply take my children—not even Sean. I had raised them for five years on my own. They were

okay?" Marcus's voice pulled me

in my chair. "Let's

My employees were counting on me. I wouldn't let them

early that afternoon to pick up

I drove carefully toward

school entrance, 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

finally spotted me, Aria's face lighting up with

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

a polite nod. "Hello, Mrs.

replied, studying him

my bag and pulled out the imported candies I'd picked up earlier, offering one to the unfamiliar child. Tommy hesitated, seemingly unsure whether