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?"

me 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

apartment. Would you mind if we

to move, Mama,

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

that night, after putting the twins to bed, I sat cross-legged on my own bed with my phone in hand. The conversation with Mr. Night remained open on my screen, my last message

after all? Was he angry that I hadn't shown up? Or

a sigh, I set my phone on the nightstand: I'd have to try contacting him again tomorrow. After the emotional toll of the

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a new apartment?. Marcus Fyahrows shot up fit

leaned against my office door the

screen. I have my reasons.

a minute. Don't tell me your current place was arranged by that Blake guy? And now you're moving out

my most professional stare. "Marquis, if you

stay in New York long term, you should

chain of thoughts I'd been

1 planning to stay in

Sean discovered the twins and

from Italy

my head slightly, pushing away the doubts. No one could simply take my children—not even Sean. I had raised them for

okay?" Marcus's voice pulled me from my

straightening in my chair. "Let's focus

employees were

afternoon to pick

drove carefully toward the twins' school, still getting used to the

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

when they finally spotted me, Aria's

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

a polite nod. "Hello, Mrs.

I replied, studying him

picked up earlier, offering one to the