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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you don't want to spend time with that person, but

surprising focus. "Then play with Mr. Night,

He's really nice."

me. "Aria, why don't you go to your room for now? I'll call you

agrees to play with Mr. Night?" she asked

see about

skipped off to her room, content

non-

committal answer.

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

desperately seeking sleep.

penthouse bathroom doorway, water droplets

mind removed even that minimal

my face in the pillow. What was wrong with me? For

and building my

or sex-

or energy for such distractions. Yet now, with

seemed to be reminding me of long-ignored

the darkness. "I have two children to raise and a company to

morning, I deliberately woke the children earlier

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

way here, I told Mr. Shaw we didn't need to arrive this early, but he insisted you

together, irritated that Sean

Aria's excited cry echoed through the lobby as she broke free from my grasp and ran toward Sean. He crouched down, opening his arms to catch

herself at him.

watching the interaction with cautious

you and the children must not

this

early," Thomas observed.

Aria. "Let's go

hesitated, looking for any excuse to

come on," Sean said, extending his hand toward

uncertainty written across his

was waiting for my

the car where Sean had already

in a booster seat.