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?"

for us when we first returned to New York. While the rent was paid for several months in advance, continuing to live in his property

is Christopher's apartment. Would you mind if we

Ethan's lips. "If you want to move, Mama,

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

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

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

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

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He Want To Be

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

my office door

computer screen. I have

his expression turning knowing. "Wait a minute. Don't tell me your current place was

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

laughed, unfazed by my deflection. Fine, fine. But if you're planning to stay in New York long term, you should

casual suggestion triggered a chain of

planning to stay in New

discovered the twins and tried to take them from

from Italy

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

okay?" Marcus's voice

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

keep second-guessing myself. My employees were counting on me. I

left the office early that afternoon to

drove carefully toward the twins' school,

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

finally spotted me, Aria's

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

a polite nod.

I replied,

earlier, offering one to the