The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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

Olivia helping Ethan with his seatbelt through the rear window of

ready to go," Olivia replied, closing

safely in the car, I took my chance. "Olivia, I

tightened. "Angela, why are you so interested in

about someone who's been messaging me online," I explained, keeping my voice low so

Night. He's been following my children's social media accounts, sending them money. I just

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

showing me," I insisted gently. "I just want to check

long moment of

muttered, unlocking her phone and reluctantly handing

WhatsApp. There it was-the exact same avatar I'd been communicating with for months. I pulled out my own phone, opening my conversation with Mr. Night, and placed

him," I whispered, my suspicion confirmed. "How do you know this person, Olivia?

my gaze. "We've only talked a few

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

know who

Mr.

widened in alarm. "He went to

meeting 'Mr. Night

new

studied her face intently. "Olivia,

you

person is, tell me. I'm worried about my children's

break through her resistance. Her shoulders slumped as guilt washed

really don't know who

my head, confusion

"Angela, it's Sean Shaw. The man we met at the

harassing you before we

to tilt beneath my

voice barely audible over the distant sound of

clicked into place-the generous donations, the interest in

meetings. The mysterious online benefactor who

return to New York was the same man