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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personal number?"

tried. He's not

surprise

where

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

"You're his executive assistant,

that make any sense to

Silence stretched between us.

tell me, I'll find him

go to his residence?"

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

Would you like his

had moved? The thought struck me as

curating every detail with meticulous

a major decision for

replied tersely. "Text me

to

district. As I approached the entrance, a uniformed doorman stepped forward, blocking my

ma'am. May I help

need to see Sean Shaw," I stated

professionally neutral. "I'm

for visitors. Do you have an

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this is urgent. I'm Angela

briefly in his eyes, but he shook his head.

away, frustration mounting as I

sedan pulled up to the curb. He

please allow me to escort

you," I nodded, following him into the marble-clad

suggested he might not be fully

wind had tousled my dark hair during my wait outside, and I brushed it back impatiently, my thoughts focused solely on

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