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

the rear window

to go," Olivia replied, closing the door

I took my chance. "Olivia, I need to see your phone.

are

who's been messaging me online," I

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

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

I insisted gently. "I just want to check

moment of

unlocking her phone and reluctantly handing it

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

do you

my gaze. "We've only talked a few times. It's really

personal life. But this man has been strangely interested in my children. He's donated thousands of dollars to their accounts. He

who

Mr. Night's True

in alarm. "He went to

mentioned meeting 'Mr. Night

new

of his." I studied her

you

me. I'm worried about my children's

her resistance. Her shoulders slumped

don't know who he

my

it's Sean Shaw. The man we met at

you said was harassing you before we realized it

seemed to

voice

place-the generous donations, the interest

the coincidental meetings. The mysterious

York was the same man I'd