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?"

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 for several months in advance, continuing to live in

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

"If you want to move,

little boy, so young yet so understanding. “Thank

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

on the nightstand: I'd have to try contacting him again tomorrow. After

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

my office door

rental listings on my computer screen. I have my reasons. Just help his find some options,

his arms, his expression turning knowing. "Wait a minute. Don't tell me your current place was arranged by that

my most professional stare. "Marquis, if you channeled your gossip energy into actual work, gur company's

long term, you should consider buying a place instead of renting. Save yourself the

chain of

stay in

Sean discovered the twins and tried to take them

returning from Italy been

take my children—not even Sean. I had raised them for five years on

voice pulled me from my

chair. "Let's focus on finding a suitable

were

early that afternoon to pick up

congested as always, and I drove carefully toward the

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

called in unison when they finally spotted me, Aria's face lighting up with

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

little boy-Tommy-offered a polite nod. "Hello,

replied, studying

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