The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 162

Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Welcome Home, Mrs. Shaw

Angela POV

I rushed into Shaw Tower's lobby, my heart pounding against my ribs.

Most employees had already left for the evening, with only a few security personnel still at their posts-a small mercy, as I didn't want to be recognized by former colleagues.

Sean had taken my children-our children-directly from their school, and every minute that passed only intensified my anxiety.

At least it was after hours. I wouldn't have to face curious stares from former colleagues who might recognize me. Five years had passed since I'd last walked these halls as Mrs. Sean Shaw, and I had no desire to resurrect those memories now.

"Good evening," I said to the receptionist, forcing my voice to remain steady. "I need to speak with Thomas Smith."

The young woman glanced up from her computer, offering a polite smile. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but Thomas has already left for the day."

"He's gone? What about Sean Shaw? Is he still in his office?"

Her brow furrowed slightly at my informal use of her boss's name. “Mr. Shaw hasn't been in the office this afternoon. Thomas left about ten minutes ago."

A cold knot formed in my stomach. Sean hadn't been in the office? Where had he taken my children?

I stepped away from the desk, pulling out my phone. Something felt wrong— deeply, irrevocably wrong. Sean picking up the children without warning was one thing, but disappearing with them was quite another.

Thomas answered on the third ring, his voice cautious. "Ms. Wilson?"

"I need to find Sean," I said without preamble.

"Mr. Shaw?" There was a slight hesitation in his voice. "He's not with me at the moment.

Is there something urgent you need to discuss with him? Perhaps you could try

his

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Welcome

personal number?"

He's

replied, surprise

you know where he is?"

Shaw didn't come to the office this afternoon. I'm

his executive assistant, and you

Does that make

Silence stretched between us.

If you won't tell me,

to his residence?" Thomas asked quickly. "Ms. Wilson, you

Mr. Shaw moved after the divorce. He no longer lives in the apartment

you like his

had moved? The thought struck me as oddly significant. He

his living space, curating every

have been a major

replied tersely. "Text me the

sent brought me to one of the

in the wealthiest district. As I approached the entrance, a

evening, ma'am. May I

to see Sean Shaw," I

remained professionally neutral.

for visitors. Do you have an

Welcome Home, Mrs.

is urgent. I'm

his eyes, but he shook his head. "I apologize, Ms. Wilson, but I cannot allow unauthorized

mounting

his sleek black sedan pulled up to the curb. He emerged looking somewhat flustered, adjusting his

Wilson, please allow me to

you," I nodded, following

to the penthouse floor, I studied Thomas's profile. His nervousness suggested he might not be fully informed about Sean's plans regarding the children. Still, I maintained a cautious distance, unwilling

had tousled my dark hair during my wait outside, and I

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