The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Mr. Night's True Identity

Angela POV

Olivia reached for her water glass as her phone lit up with a notification, briefly revealing a familiar avatar-the same stylized silhouette I'd seen in my chats with Mr. Night.

During the rest of dinner, I watched Olivia closely. She checked her phone often and smiled slightly when new messages came. Each time her phone lit up, I tried to peek at the screen to make sure I wasn't imagining what I saw before.

When Olivia excused herself to order dessert for the twins, I found my opportunity. Her phone lay unattended on the table, and before I could reconsider, I tilted my head just enough to see the notifications banner.

"That was lovely," Olivia commented as we walked toward the exit. "We should do this more often."

I took a deep breath. "Olivia, I couldn't help noticing the profile picture on your phone. The one with the black silhouette against the gray background."

Her steps faltered almost imperceptibly. "Oh? Which one?"

"In your WhatsApp messages," I pressed. "It looked familiar."

"Really?” Her voice pitched slightly higher. "It's probably just a generic avatar. You know how these messaging apps are-limited options for profile pictures."

"May I see your phone?" I asked directly.

Olivia clutched her bag closer. "What for? It's just a random contact."

"I'm curious, that's all," I insisted, maintaining a light tone despite the tension building between us.

"Angela, we should get the children to the car," she deflected. "It's getting late."

I nodded, conceding temporarily.

The parking garage was dimly lit, casting long shadows between the rows of cars.

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Chapter 153: Mr. Night's True Identity

his seatbelt through the rear window of my car. "All set?" I asked,

replied, closing the door and

the car, I took my chance. "Olivia,

"Angela, why are you so interested in my

online," I explained, keeping my

following my children's social media accounts, sending them money. I just want to make sure it's

harsh fluorescent lighting. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," she said, but

I insisted gently. "I just want

moment of

Here,” she muttered, unlocking her phone and reluctantly

navigated to her WhatsApp. There it was-the exact same avatar I'd been communicating with for months. I pulled out

whispered, my suspicion confirmed. "How do you know this

"We've only talked a

life. But this man has been strangely interested in my children. He's donated

know who he

153: Mr.

widened in alarm. "He went to

mentioned meeting 'Mr. Night uncle' there. He

new

his." I studied her face intently.

you

me.

her resistance. Her shoulders slumped as guilt

who

shook my head, confusion

it's Sean Shaw. The man we met at the bar

was harassing you

world seemed to tilt

Night?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the distant sound of

generous donations,

meetings. The mysterious online benefactor who had seemed

return to New York was the same man I'd spent five years trying to leave

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