The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 162

Chapter 162: The Last Thing I Need in My Life is Sex

Angela POV

"Mommy."

Aria's voice startled me out of my thoughts. I turned to find her standing in the middle of our living room, her small face scrunched up in curiosity.

"Who taught you to say those things earlier?" I asked, moving away from the window.

She tilted her head, dark curls bouncing. "Nobody taught Aria, Mommy. It was Aria's own

thinking. Mommy came home and went straight to the window to peek. Weren't you looking for Mr. Night?"

My cheeks warmed. "No, I was just closing the curtains."

"But I saw you open them a little bit to look outside," she insisted, her innocent eyes

watching me carefully.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Aria, why are you contradicting me so much

lately?"

"Mommy, Aria is just telling the truth," she replied with that childish logic that was impossible to argue with.

I knelt down to her level, meeting her eyes. "Aria, can you promise me something?"

Her eyes brightened. "What is it, Mommy?"

"When we're with Mr. Night, whatever I say is final. You can't contradict me in front

of

him, okay?"

Aria's expression changed to something more thoughtful than a five-year-old should be

capable of. "Mommy, do you not like Mr. Night?"

"No, I don't," I answered firmly.

"Then... do you hate Mr. Night?"

I paused, choosing my words carefully. "Aria, there's a difference between not liking

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Not liking means you don't want to spend time with that person, but hating means you feel very strong

focus. "Then

He's really nice."

weighed on me. "Aria, why don't you go to your room for now?

with Mr. Night?" she asked

about

that simple acceptance, she skipped off to her room, content with

non-

committal answer.

that night, after tucking both children into bed, I slipped under my own

desperately seeking sleep.

of Sean filled my mind-Sean standing in his penthouse bathroom doorway, water droplets still clinging to his bare chest, the towel

even that minimal covering, reconstructing his naked form

in the pillow. What was wrong with me?

building my

or sex-

energy for such distractions. Yet now,

seemed to be reminding me

myself in the darkness. "I have two children to raise and a company to run. The last thing I

morning, I deliberately woke the children earlier than

arrived. We hurried through our morning routine,

to the

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"Ms. Wilson, good morning."

stopped me in my tracks. He stood near the entrance, and behind him, leaning against a sleek black car, was

down so early," Thomas continued. "On our way here, I told Mr. Shaw we didn't need to

together, irritated that Sean

as she broke free from my grasp and ran toward Sean. He crouched down, opening his arms to

herself at him.

remained by my side, watching

the children must not have had breakfast yet, coming

this

early," Thomas observed.

Aria. "Let's

hesitated, looking for

come on," Sean said, extending

me, uncertainty written across his features.

but was waiting for

Ethan, hurry up!" Aria called from the car where Sean had

in a booster seat.